The Princess of Wands (Villainess Book 3)

by Alana Melos

  “Jesus, babe,” I groaned as she bounced on my lap. Heat rushed through my body, and all I could think about was her… how good she felt around my cock, on my lap, in my arms. I buried my face in the crook of her neck and held on as she rode me hard. With all of her teasing before this coupled with licking her until she came, it didn’t take long for me to explode. I arched my back up and thrust into her only the one time as I bit her neck, trying to stifle the scream.

  That was what the vampire was waiting for.

  In the heat of the moment, I forgot all about him. I tipped over the razor’s edge in my mind, falling as the grip I had on my mind eased. I fell… the darkness… it surrounded me. The pit of his mind was a cold, dark place….

  ...I took control of the body as pleasure surged through it and he forgot to keep me out. Light swum before my eyes and I felt the heat from the body dissipating slowly into the aether, vanishing as I took possession. The blood drained from the skin and pooled in the center of my body, going to nourish my spirit. I still hungered.

  The toy in my lap shivered, “You’re so cold.” The body had already put my mouth near its throat and I opened wide, biting down on the tender skin. My teeth broke the flesh and warmth splashed into my mouth as I tried to fill the void which was always within.

  No, don’t, the body thought at me. If you kill her, Malech will kick us out!

  I grunted and twisted the toy on my lap around so I was over it, my length still inside its heat while the body kept protesting. Hot breath on the back of my neck made me stop as the demon’s voice whispered over my skin. The demon… yes, I remembered. He would not be pleased at a defilement within his temple and I moderated my bite, keeping it light so I could feed but not do any permanent harm. It meant nothing to me. I would find another toy, outside.

  The toy moaned and clawed at my back. “Yes, yes,” it gasped and I smiled against the bloody wound on its neck, my tongue running along the marks, catching every last drop of the lebenskraft which welled. I held the toy there as it writhed beneath me, keeping it impaled on my length. It hadn’t seen the transformation, not yet. The body’s physical hunger might have been sated, but mine was far from.

  Releasing the toy, I sat up and let it look upon my glory. I licked my bloody lips as it opened its eyes. They widened and I could smell the fear upon its skin. Fear and arousal… two of my favorite perfumes.

  “Michael?” it asked.

  “Nosssferatu,” I whispered to it. The next few moments would tell me if the toy would live or die. God dammit, Nos, the body raged. I told her I’d get her home safe!

  Ssshe will get home… sssafe, I responded, then let the images of what I would do to it once inside of its home spill over the barrier. Now that I was in control again, I laughed at the body’s feebleness… but I only had until morning and then it would switch once more. Tiring of the body’s protests and attempts to wrest control, I shoved him further back in my head and closed the veil between us. He would remember little and sleep a deep and mostly dreamless sleep. The body was strong-willed, which was what attracted me to him, but inexperienced. He could not get control from me once I was out, no matter how hard he tried. It was an irritation and a tribute to my excellent choice that I could not wrest control forcefully from him either.

  Now that he had been subdued, I focused on the toy. It had not pulled away from me, nor had it screamed. Instead, it looked upon me with fear and awe. I smiled, showing it my beautiful teeth, made for tearing apart meat.

  “That’s… amazing,” it said, putting a hand to its neck and feeling the wound there. “You’re… a vampire…?”

  Bored of this and wanting to take the toy how I wished, I bent over it once more, looming, running my talons over its breasts. It bit its lip, laying there looking at me with its big cow eyes. I didn’t want it looking at me anymore, so I turned it over to rest on its hands and knees. I dug my talons in and scraped the tender skin of its back, drawing blood carefully as I was heedful of the body’s warning. I could feel the demon waiting and watching and I curled my lip up in derision. It would not claim my soul; it was mine own. Foolish sheep starting trouble in this place of all places… more fool they if they didn’t know the truth.

  I was not foolish, but I was hungry.

  On its knees, the toy wiggled. I knew what it wanted. I smelled the fear and desire both and it was warm… so warm. The one thing I regretted about my choice was the cold. It settled in my bones, something I could never quite dispel no matter how much I drank. Running my fingers along the toy’s breasts again, pinching its nipples, hearing it sigh… these things were not as good as screams and blood, but they worked. I still wanted it. I thrust hard into its waiting depths. As its heat surrounded my length, I groaned. Heaven… for a fleeting moment.

  “You’re freezing!” the toy squealed, ruining the moment. I lunged forward, plunging into it over and over again as I held it down. Even though it struggled, that only excited me more. “Mike! Nosferatu! Whatever! You’re so goddamn cold!”

  “Sssooo… good,” I whispered in its ear and it shivered underneath me. “Sssooo… hot…” I licked its ear and it moaned, its struggles ceasing as I continued to ravish it. Its neck still trickled blood and I licked the wound, tasting it as I took it. My desire grew for it, for its heat, wanting more and more of it inside of me, but the body roused again, protesting loudly.

  “That’s… uh… that’s really… good,” it moaned, its hands gripping the cloth of the divan. It was still moving, but moving with me instead of against me.

  “You like… Nosssferatu?” I asked, thrusting hard into it again, reveling in the whimper from the toy.

  “Yes…” it continued to moan. “Yes… more… harder…!”

  Leaning back, I put my hand on its hips and rode it hard… not as hard as I could, but as hard as I could without hurting it. Every movement caused the toy to moan, clawing at the cushion beneath it. I took it, reveling in its heat, letting it wash through me. As I gripped its hips, it bucked beneath me. My claws dug into its tender flesh. Blood beaded beneath the tips and I eased my grip, mindful of my surroundings. It didn’t matter. Just the feel of it writhing beneath me excited me, knowing it wanted it hard and fast: no niceties, no seduction required.

  Its flesh swelled around me and the constant grunts coupled with exclamations of ‘yes, yes, yes’ told me it was close to the climax of its pleasure. I rammed into it, smelling its fear and its lust, the want of it… the need of it… it wanted to be punished, yes, it craved the hardness. I laughed softly, thinking of what I would do to my pet...how much I wanted her here, to feel her heat instead. Her blonde hair tossed back, my claws around her neck, her blood spilling over my fingers… these were the thoughts which drove me over the edge, and I spent my seed in the body’s toy. It pulsed around me, crying out in its own satisfaction, which made my climax even more pleasant. The heat… oh, the heat… the warmth… I closed my eyes and simply felt for a moment, the tantalizing feel of being alive dancing on the edge of my consciousness, almost remembered for a sliver of time.

  Then it was gone, as it always was. My groin ached as the never ending cold seeped into my veins, the river of perpetual ice halted for only that brief moment. I withdrew from it, and licked my talons, tasting the remnants of the toy on them.

  “Mike…” the toy said, sitting up itself and looking at me with its stupid eyes. Tears slipped from them and I leaned towards it, examining them. I hadn’t hurt it… much… and it had no cause to weep. “Mike…” it said again, continuing to leak.

  The body stirred in the back of my mind again and I straightened myself as it wept next to me. The body had given his word and so I would see the toy home safe. “Dresss…” I told it, as I stood. It wiped its tears, eyes suddenly dry. Once upon a time, I might have known what all these gestures meant and perhaps I may have cared. Now, I was impatient. I had other things to do. The body had promised it a safe ride home and I would fulfill that promise. Until later.

 
Once it was presentable, I grabbed it by its arm and drug it out of the small room into the main area of the Underground. It protested, but a quick look behind me shut its mouth. I knew from the body’s memories these teleporters gathered near the many entrances and it was to the closest one I dragged it. Upon arrival, I searched through the pockets, and found money.

  “Where?” I rasped at the toy. Whey-faced, it responded with an address. I shoved the money needed at the ferryman. “Move usss…”

  The ferryman looked at the blood stained bills and made a face. “Spends just the same,” it muttered and laid a hand on each of us. Disorientation struck, a memory of nausea swimming up from the depths of my mind, but when I blinked, we were standing in a quaint village, away from the main city of York.

  “Uh… uh….” the toy said, looking as though it was going to be sick. Disgust filled me for its weakness, and I curled my lip up. It gulped a few times as I watched, then regained its composure. “That was weird.”

  “Home…” I whispered, fading into darkness.

  “Mike… no, wait!” it cried, looking around for me. I moved behind it and ran my talons through its tangled locks.

  “Nosssferatu isss… alwaysss here…” I whispered in its ear and had the pleasure of watching it jump.

  “Don’t leave… I mean, would you, uh… you wanna come in and, uh…” it said, looking around, its eyes wide and fearful.

  It might be fun to play with later. I could always find it since I marked it. I moved around to its side, and licked its cheek. “Nosssferatu will play… later….” With the promise of future enjoyment, I left it standing in its street, a child lost in the dark.

  I did have other things on my mind. My pet, for one, and it was to her I flew, hunting her out with the mark. To my mild surprise, she wasn’t too far from here. I had never seen her venture outside of the city. When I arrived at her location, I found it was a plain, tan, unassuming house. The drapes blocked any views of the inside, on all fronts, so I sat on the picket fence, balancing precariously as I stared at the window closest to her, willing it to open. I had no invitation, and thus I could not enter. Eventually, my pet would sense me.

  Another mild surprise caught me unawares when a masculine presence made itself known to me. I bared my fangs at it, watching it as it tried to probe my thoughts. It thought itself subtle; that was amusing. It also thought itself my pet’s new owner. That was less amusing.

  I simply let my mind drift, thinking of nothing. It was easy to do and without a thought to grip onto, a mind reader would simply float and feel the weight of the ages as I did. Many could not understand it. A rare few would dive deeper, but not many. That I could do nothing about as my gifts did not lay in the occult arts as some vampirs had learned in the past. Those gifts were lost. So far as I knew, I was the last one of my kind left. I preferred it thusly. Other vampirs turned traitorous after a decade or two.

  I see you… Nosferatu, is it? the masculine presence said to me, mocking me. You’re not getting an invitation, so waste your time elsewhere.

  Not acknowledging it, I sat there for an hour more, just to prove I would leave when I wished. I could smell lust coming from the house, the heavy scent of sex wafting to me on the slightest of air currents. It didn’t matter what they were doing. I approved of my pet getting a pet. It wasn’t time yet to harvest that fruit.

  So I listened and smelled, waited and watched until boredom began to sink in once more. The body’s toy… I thought to go and play with it and perhaps leave the body a present in the morning. He didn’t tend to like my presents, but he didn’t understand them either. For being so close to a being, I had never been more misunderstood. It suited my purposes. For now.

  Back again I went, thinking how good it would be to drink my fill from the toy’s plump curves. Although my pet was bent and twisted like myself, it was far too thin. Thoughts of trying to get her to eat something distracted me as I fle, and I landed on the toy’s roof. It was not peaceful inside. Cloaked in my shadowstep, I moved down to a windowsill and peeked inside. An older man, the master of the house most like, yelled in a most unbecoming manner. A master did not yell. Raising one’s voice only told a person how weak you were. As I watched, I saw the toy beg something, weeping all the while.

  Although I could hear the words, they were not important. This was a thing between fathers and daughters from time immemorial and I grasped the situation immediately. The father was displeased the toy had snuck out, had soiled herself, had disobeyed him… yet it wasn’t just that, either. Jealousy ran strong in the father’s scent, a peculiar sort of sharp smell, which made me curl up my lip. It didn’t know the toy belonged to the body.

  I watched the beating dispassionately, noting how slow the so-called master was. More than likely it was drunk or otherwise indisposed. If it wanted to preserve the toy for future playings, it didn’t meter its blows well, nor aim them. When the false master stopped and lurched away, the toy crawled the opposite direction, dragging herself along a hallway until she reached a room and closed the door behind her.

  The false one returned to the parlor and sat down with a can in its hand. I considered what to do as I gnashed my teeth together. The toy belonged to the body, so it belonged to me. No one punished my pets save for me. It seemed simple, but it would change things for the body. He would feel responsible. However, it would also give me leverage over him. We had mutually agreed to leave his territory alone, which was beneficial for protection. One could never underestimate the fury of the loyal unwashed peasants. This would be different, more personal for him.

  Decided, I moved around the house to find another window to enter. An upstairs window stood unlocked, so I opened it carefully so as not to wake the woman sleeping. It wasn’t the toy and I was hungry, so I fell upon her as she slept, ripping her throat open and drinking deep. Ah, the luscious warmth tumbling down my throat reinvigorated me and once its heart stopped beating, I took my leave, floating down the stairs wreathed in shadows.

  While I wanted to make this memorable, the sunrise crept ever closer. I floated behind it, and simply began breathing noisily. In and out my breath rasped as I bent down, letting the coolness of the dead air hit the back of its neck. It shivered and slapped at its neck, grumbling about a draft. I continued on knowing that eventually it would turn and look.

  When it did, I let the shadows fall from me. It saw me and I saw myself reflected in its eyes… the blood of its woman covering my mouth, neck, and throat… the sharp, jagged fangs… the dull red glow…. At first, it didn’t know what it was seeing. When it opened its mouth and drew in breath to scream, I attacked. It was shallow fear, without a chance to soak into the muscle to flavor it properly, but better than nothing. I tore its throat out and let the blood spray over my face. I rubbed it all over, laughing as it tried to wheeze, to breathe, to live. A short, brutal death for a short, brutal thing.

  When it was over and I had taken my fill, I moved down the hall. I found the toy’s room, and opened the door. She slept. When I picked her up, she woke and looked to me. “Mi…” was all she got out as she saw the blood drying against my skin.

  She opened her mouth to scream. “Ssssshhhh….” I said, putting a talon to my lips. I saw her gulp down the air, her breath hitching, but somehow she stilled herself. Her eyes emptied and she let me do what I willed. I secured my grip upon her, opened the window, and flew back to the lair. She grabbed me tightly around the neck, her body shivering in the cold air of the predawn hours. Well fed, I couldn’t feel the cold any more, but it would seep back in. It always did.

  Back in my lair, I dropped the toy on the bed which was never used. She stared at me, breathing slowly and steadily through her nose. I crouched on the floor and stared back, foregoing breathing as I didn’t intend to speak. We sat there thusly until the sun crested over the land outside and I felt my grip on the body weakening. The sun… the cursed sun. It broke my hold over the body, forcing me down, deep into the body’s mind, fleeing from its hate
ful rays….

  ....and when I came to, there I was crouching in that fucking uncomfortable position staring up at… Deirdre? She had that locked on yet faraway look in her eye that I’d seen too many times to count. I blinked a few times and stood up, my muscles creaking from sitting in that one position for too long.

  “Uh…” I started, then realized I was covered in blood. Again. Fucking vampire. Mother fucker… he could at least take a fucking shower once in awhile! A quick look over her and I saw smears of blood, but it wasn’t hers. While I tried to puzzle it out, Nosferatu laughed in a corner of my mind showing me select scenes from the night before… her dad, I guessed, beating on her, and what Nos had did to him and the mother.

  My lip curled up, and the expression on my face must have did something to get past Dee’s trauma as she made a soft sound and scooted back on the bed. “Oh, hey, no,” I said, edging forward. “Don’t be scared of me… that was the vamp… Nosferatu, I won’t hurt you. Neither will he.”

  “Mike…” she said slowly and I could see the bruises forming on her face. The marks were still red, but they’d turn into a nasty blue and black after a day or two. Just seeing that burned me something fierce. “Mike… what in the hell,” she said, her voice soft still, but gaining strength. “That was crazy. You… you… kidnapped me!”

  “Hey, whoa, I didn’t,” I said. “You’re free to leave anytime. Except…” I didn’t want to mention her folks were dead. I mean, she probably knew already from the blood on me, but I didn’t want to actually say it. “You ain’t safe there.” I sat down on the edge of the bed as I took my vest off and tossed it aside. “Babe, you stay here, in this ‘hood here, and you’ll be safe. I guarantee that. You can’t go back there.”

  All those words sounded lame, but she seemed to hear them anyway and know what I meant. “They’re… they’re dead, aren’t they?” Deirdre said, her voice deadly quiet. I shrugged and nodded. “Good.” The word was savage, almost ripped out of her throat and she began bawling the second after she said it. I seemed to remember Nos watching her do the ‘noisy, leaking thing’ last night, but of course numb nuts thought of murder first, and not y’know, just giving her an arm to lean on.