by Marata Eros
Holly glowered. Taking the food and pouring it into a bowl, I then loaded the tortillas with the guts of the meal, ladling a spoonful of sour cream and salsa. Perfect, I thought, watching the colorful goodness of orange and red peppers steam on our waiting plates.
We sat down on the bar stools by the elevated breakfast bar as Holly picked at her food. “I don't know if I wanna live forever. I don't know if I want to be a queen. I'm nineteen. A few months ago the most I had to consider was what class to sign up for.” She swiped a tear that had fallen, threatening to land on her food.
I folded my hands. “Listen, I know this is really overwhelming but this is what it is. If we believe what the vampire say about the prophesy, the Druid lineage, all of it, then, this is where we were meant to be. And believe me, I'd rather be with these dudes than that creepy Alexander.”
Holly shuddered, thinking about the stories I'd told about my short stay in that coven. “There would've been no choice there. Free will, gone. Here, you will be a queen. You will be respected and they'll be devoted to you.”
“I just want Zach,” Holly said flatly.
“Okay, so it's not so hot that they all have to have sex with you for this,” I put my fingers up and made air quotes, 'ritual of royalty'. But, it could be worse. Even Zach has conceded it.” I stared into her eyes, so like my own it was eerie. “It doesn't mean he's not doing the alpha male jig and having big cows and stuff.”
Holly laughed despite herself, sticking her first mouthful of food in her craw and chewing thoughtfully.
“Look at it as a task you have to accomplish,” I said with mirth. I held up my hand and started ticking off the points, “You have to have sex with four males. The first one, your soul mate, will take your virginity. Then each subsequent male will grovel before you sexually, doing all in their power to bring you to orgasm, while you watch their hotness in the throes of passion.” I laughed and continued, “I think it may be something you can bear?”
That got the grin out of her I was hoping for.
“I'm scared,” she said again.
“They won't hurt you, obviously.”
“I know, but I've heard...” she began.
“It is,” I answered for her. “But that only lasts a little while and they'll be priming the pump, so to speak.” I grinned and she returned it.
“You'll see,” I said, scooping the juices that were running out of the tortilla and taking a messy bite. We looked at each other as we ate, then I looked at the clock.
Time was moving toward the big ritual. Holly a virgin no more.
For me, I was quaking with anticipation of finally being bonded forever to Cole.
CHAPTER 8
Queen
Holly looked resplendent in her flowing gown of white. Josiah, Elias, Andrew and her true mate, Zach, stood in front of her.
It was like a weird wedding. But, unlike other weddings, this felt more real and right than any I'd ever attended.
We'd spent hours in a bath, talking and getting Holly ready. After trying a million different hairstyles, in the end, simple had been the order of the day and Holly looked perfect, blue highlights shining in the sweep of raven-colored hair that graced her body, falling nearly to her waist.
Zach came to her and took her hands, Cole presided. In his grip was a thick book, darkened to a deep bronze with age.
He began, reciting a ceremony designed to give the Vampire hope. A species separate from humans, but forced to live among them. At the top of a food chain that was too great in number to conquer and too necessary to exterminate.
When he finished Zach took Holly's face in his hands, giving her a chaste kiss, cradling her head like a fragile egg. She pressed her body against his, the blackness of his attire in sharp contrast to the whiteness of hers. He wrapped her in his arms and, picking her up in a classic cradle hold he strode to their matrimony chamber.
*
Holly was more nervous than she'd ever been in her whole life. She sat on the edge of the bed as Zach turned the lock. She had completely put the Reapers that she'd have to share her body with before long out of her mind. Right now, she was concentrating on the male that would give her pleasure.
The rogue.
Warmth pooled in the junction between her thighs and she scissored them together subtly as he drew near.
Zach laughed low in his throat. “It is normal for you to become aroused with my nearness.”
Holly blushed. There were no secrets either. He could smell her arousal, her eagerness.
Zach crawled across the bed taking his large palm and pressing it to the back of her neck, drawing her face close to his. His lips hovered over hers, his breath cinnamon and spice.
Consumable.
When he closed their flesh in an embrace of lips that slid into tongues, Holly's breath came short and fast. Zach undressed her before she was even aware of it, her gown at her waist and her breasts falling out like ripe globes with erect pink tips. Zach didn't let them beg for attention but blazed a trail of kisses from her swollen mouth and wrapped his lips around the sensitive nipple, suckling it until Holly moaned with desire, her hips wiggling underneath where his lay in the cradle of her body.
He took her moan for the invitation it was and tore the gown off the rest of the way, settling his nakedness against her core, the hot folds of flesh already wet with her honey, waiting for his final entry.
But he took his time. Zach did not wish for her first time to be a rushed affair. He settled in between her thighs, releasing her nipple with an abrupt pop that left her gasping, the cooler air of the room teasing it to hard erectness. Zach let one hand ride that hard point while the other began to work the bud between her folds, the pleasure button opening like a subtle flower, the sweet fragrance of her filling his senses, making his head spin with the exquisiteness of her.
She was made for him, all of her, and he for her. From the top of her head to her pinky toe and Zach was determined to make the most of it.
“Please...” Holly began. “Please put your finger in me...” she grabbed his hair with her fingers, pushing his face down until his tongue had replaced his finger and he began a slow pull and suck of her clit, her hips pressing a rhythm in his face that made him growl his pleasure against her glistening secret flesh. He did what she asked and after feeling the maidenhead of her innocence resist the blunt end of his finger he plunged his finger just shy of breaching that tender barrier. When she thrust her hips to receive him more deeply, he inserted a second finger and pushed and pulled while his tongue worked circular magic against her sensitive nub.
Holly felt herself building toward a liquid release. When the wave of pleasure reached to the shore of her body, she shouted into the stillness of the room, the moment transcending any physical pleasure she'd ever experienced. Her knees fell open and with languid respite, she watched Zach as he positioned himself above her and began to guide the blunt head of himself inside her untested entrance, made wet by his attentions.
When Zach reached her barrier he looked into her eyes, upon seeing the invitation light their depths, he surged inside her.
Holly gasped at the pleasure/pain sensation as his shaft rocked into the tightness of her wet channel and surged through her resistance. The accordion-like flesh pulled against him as he slowly withdrew. She could feel the slide of him and the erotic pleasure he could give her as she relaxed into his sensuous rhythm, matching it with her own.
Zach felt her relax against the soft assault of their flesh meeting and rocked inside her again, the third thrust putting him against the entrance to her womb. His cock throbbing with the need to release he pulled out and seeking her acceptance he said, “Please, I need to...”
Holly nodded, she knew what he wanted and she was ready, the initial piercing of her pussy melting away into constant pleasure as his prick stabbed her hot core, the tightness of it a velvet glove on his shaft.
Zach began a light punish of her pussy, thrusting deep, pulling out and continuing, h
e pressed up on his hands, his shoulder muscles bunching as he began to hammer into her and she met him with each thrust.
Holly could feel that delicious throbbing pulse.
Once.
Twice.
Zach thrust deeply a third time, shuddering as his hot seed poured into a pussy that exploded around his shaft, each pulse stronger than the last, sucking the seed from deep inside his prick.
Without pulling out he collapsed on top of her softly, tucking her in against him, their flesh still married head to hip. Her softness melding with the hard length of him.
Zach squeezed his queen's face against his chest and closed his eyes, having never felt a synchronicity as complete as this moment held for him.
CHAPTER 9
Cole undressed Rachel with barely contained relish. Finally, he would consummate a relationship he had yearned for his entire vampiric lifetime. After months of running and strife, they had found a place to be, to exist together. A new order of coven, where Druid and Reaper flesh could unite to form a new race.
I couldn't wait for his touch and pushed the black leather from his massive shoulders. Cole shrugged it off, tearing his belt through loops with a high, whistling sound, the only noise in the room.
He tore the black T-shirt over his head, no hair to get in the way of his nakedness, the skull trim a shadow of black on his head as he dipped forward to capture my lips in his.
I melted into the hard lines of his body, never resisting, beyond resistance.
Cole carried me to the bed, pushing up the formal skirt I had worn to the “wedding” of the new queen.
My Druid sister.
To mate with me all Cole needed to do was plunge his shaft into me, spilling his Reaper's seed deep in my channel to ignite a pregnancy that would begin the new race. A race of equality and happiness. I didn't want to think about what it would mean to other vampire that there were Reapers and Druids pairing off and breeding out the low vampire. Leaving the old ways behind.
Cole growled and my distracted attention went back to what he was doing. “I cannot give you the pleasure I would wish for you, Rachel. I must bury myself like a sword of flesh in your body and spill my seed,” he said, his voice strained as he saw my panties, sheer enough to see the small V of hair that grew there revealed to perfection through the hot scarlet fabric.
He bent low and tore the panties off with his fangs, the pull of the fabric jerking my body. Cole immediately plunged his face into my pussy, his fangs out and rubbing delicately along first one fold then the other, like a cat scent-marking, he rubbed until my moistened honey poured out of my hot hole.
“You are so ready,” he murmured against the heat of my snatch. He put his large hands on my thighs and gently spread them until my folds were spread and pink, open for his sensual invasion.
I opened my legs further, inviting the exploration of his fingers. Cole complied by inserting two fingers, slipping them in and out until my breathing came fast and hard. I felt like I was hyperventilating.
“Put it in me... please!” I said in a hoarse voice, I couldn't stand it anymore. So many times interrupted, so many delays. I wanted his prick in me as deep as it would go. I spread my legs and lifted my hips even as I felt his finger leave me and the tip of his huge cock widen my opening to accommodate his size.
Which was considerable.
Cole worked his prick in, spreading the tightness of me until his entire length was buried to the end of me. He slowly pulled out, my pussy grabbing at him the whole way. I'd never been with a man that felt this way, this tantalizing dance of flesh perfectly matched, fully attuned to each other's bodies.
I moved to meet him and as he began to plunge in and out of me, smoothly pulling out and entering deeply I could feel the heat from his thrusts build inside my core, the need to release a deafening rhythm that only he could relieve, a delicious roaring in my ears.
“Rachel,” Cole said, his dark eyes meeting mine, no longer silver in the low light of the room. “Look at me as I spill my seed into your willing vessel.”
I did, falling into the well of eyes gone obsidian with desire, intent.
I lifted and he plunged. Finally, our flesh smacking together... it stuck and he grew still above me.
Then I felt it, a warmth spread deep within my pussy, hot seed filling me, my legs spread to receive, my pussy open to accept. I could feel my pulses as an orgasm shattered in response to his cum, sucking every bit of what he was giving deep within me.
With his prick still throbbing inside my pulsating pussy he said, “And now, I will pleasure you.”
He withdrew from the center of my pleasure, his face, tongue and hands descending on my wet and satisfied core.
He buried his face in me.
We stayed that way for a long while.
While I writhed beneath him in an ecstasy beyond measure.
CHAPTER 10
I laughed alongside Holly. We were so into a routine, pleasing our vampire mates at rest and frolicking during the day. Protected, fulfilled and no longer dissatisfied with our meager existences from before.
“I'm not bowlegged!” Holly mock huffed, her hands crossed and cradling a bosom that was well displayed in the clothing that Zach liked to see her in.
“I don't know, you spend more time in your bedroom than out of it!” I laughed.
Holly looked down at the spoon in her hand and blushed a light pink, the color spreading across her cheekbones delicately. “That's true, but you're one to talk! We can hear you and Cole from two states away!”
I smiled, she had me there. “Wait until more Druids come... this will turn into a pleasure palace.”
“I think it already is,” Holly said with a smirk.
I smiled, thinking she'd come a long way from innocent virgin to willing queenly slut. But not quite yet. She was due to consummate with the three Reapers.
Cole and I were mated and her true mate had enjoyed unlimited access to her willing body for a week.
As I thought of it The Natives were Restless.
In this case, the vampire.
As if on cue, Josiah, Elias and Andrew entered the room, their eyelids at half-mast, all attention on Holly.
She was feeling the moment, I could tell. She stood, smoothing a hand over her long skirt, the material had a metallic thread running throughout, in gold. Fit for a queen. A bustier in a deep crimson, tied and cinched, accentuated her wasp waist while heaving her ample breasts to be displayed like ripe plums for the taking.
The males watched her move toward them and met her halfway across the room.
“I'm ready,” she breathed as each one began to seductively paw her as she stood there.
“We know,” Andrew said.
“We smell your fertility; you are ripe to accept our seed within you,” Josiah told her.
Elias buried his hand beneath her skirt. Her soft moaning told me all I needed to know about where his finger had disappeared to.
Josiah and Andrew picked her up as Elias caressed and plundered her hidden flesh.
Holly's eyes met mine as the Reapers carried her away.
To fuck her into oblivion.
Or bliss.
No, I thought... definitely bliss.
THE END
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Marata Eros (the pen name for Tamara Rose Blodgett) is the author of over seventy titles, including her New York Times bestselling novel, A Terrible Love, and the #1 international bestselling erotic Interracial, and African-American TOKEN serial. Marata writes a variety of dark fiction in the genres of erotica, fantasy, horror, romance, sci-fi and suspense. She lives in South Dakota with her family, and enjoys interacting with her readers.
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