Luciens Reign: A Novel (DeSai Trilogy) Spawn of Satan

by RWK Clark

  Now Isabella spread it over the floor of the treehouse, and she sat down on it, watching Lucien closely. After a moment he rose and took his place beside her. Their lips met once again, but this time their hands began to explore each other’s bodies slowly, but with great interest. To both Lucien and Isabella it was right; it was time.

  Lucien’s hand went timidly to Isabella’s breast; he expected her to become uncomfortable or panic. He himself felt overwhelmed by his nerves, so she had to be as well, but she surprised him, however, as she leaned into his touch. For a fleeting moment Lucien found himself wondering if her parents had prepared her for this as well. If almost seemed as though both of them were under the control of some unseen force, and it felt completely natural.

  He felt her small, hard nipple with his thumb, and it made him draw in a sharp breath. Isabella leaned away from him and stood. She began to take her clothes off, and he saw the first bit of nervousness in her eyes. He smiled comfortingly at her, and she smiled back.

  Isabella was a virgin, but she knew that this night was to be. Her inexperience had her stomach in knots; never before had anyone touched her in this way, and even though it was destined she had to fight off the desire to say no and make him stop. After all, both of them were only thirteen. She wanted to do it, her body wanted to do it, but her young mind wanted to fight the process. She forced her body to submit and even respond to the fumbling touches of her young future husband.

  Lucien was indeed fumbling, and even in his inexperience he was aware of it. Oh, yes, all of this was meant to be, but what were they both doing, did they really even know? He loved girls, the way they looked, felt, and smelled, especially his Isabella, but it was this fact that made him even more nervous. What if she laughed at his apparent clumsiness?

  He pushed his thoughts out of his mind and looked at her in the dim light. Her naked body was perfect to Lucien, even at her young age. He had seen plenty of naked girls in the magazines that he had stolen from Martin Lamb and kept hidden in his secret spot. Isabella was not as ripe as some of them, but she certainly would be. His penis was so hard he thought it would burst if he continued to look at her and touch her. He wanted to know what she felt like, so he tore his eyes from her.

  He stood as well and soon both of them were completely bare. They looked at each other for only a moment before Lucien approached her and began to kiss her again. Their bodies brushed together as they kissed, and the feeling of Isabella’s hard nipples was driving him out of his mind. He could feel her trembling, and he knew then that she was as anxious about what they were going to do as he was.

  “Don’t be scared, Isabella,” Lucien whispered to her.

  She blushed slightly and smiled, looking at the floor. “I can’t help it. I am pretty sure it is normal for the first time.”

  Lucien leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, then planted light kisses down each side of her face before softly planting his lips on hers. Her tiny tongue darted into his mouth, and he caught it and sucked on it gently. She tasted sweet, like candy. He wondered what the rest of her body would taste like to him.

  Lucien put his hand on the back of her head and held her tightly to him as he kissed her. He could handle it for only a few seconds, though. He knew that any moment he was going to make a mess all over the front of her belly, and he did not want to embarrass either of them that way. He pulled away from her and sat on the blanket, taking her hand and gently pulling her down after him. Soon, they were lying on the sleeping bag on their sides. Isabella could feel his hard penis brushing against her legs and lower belly. It made her stomach shake, but she could hardly wait to show him how much she loved him by giving her body to him completely.

  Lucien kept kissing her, steering her onto her back. Soon he was on top of her, and even though he knew what to do next he hesitated. This was Isabella, after all, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He had read that it hurt girls the first time. He could not bear the thought of being the one to cause her any kind of pain, no matter how natural the pain was.

  Suddenly Isabella jerked forward onto him and before he even knew what had happened his penis was inside of her. She let out a tiny cry of pain as her virginity was captured by him. So tight she was down there, Lucien was thinking. He doubted very highly that this, their first time having sex, was going to last very long at all.

  Soon, they were both moving feverishly against each other, and in only a few strokes Lucien lost control, his body rigid and frozen. As inexperienced as she was, Isabella continued to move her hips against him. All she knew was that it felt like the right thing to do, and Lucien was so grateful she did. He couldn’t move as his body released his seed into his young lover.

  Finally he collapsed on top of her, his body spent. Wow, he had never felt anything like that in his entire life! All of a sudden the existence of Martin Lamb’s magazines in the world made sense, as did all the sounds he had heard coming from his mother’s quarters over the years.

  Isabella stroked his hair and his back as they lay together. She did not want to rush the moment. She wasn’t sure why, but something inside of her told her this act was going to change things, at least for a while. She didn’t know what that meant, and she didn’t want to think about it.

  After a bit Lucien rose up on his elbows. They looked at each other in the dim light and both of them burst out laughing; the children in them came out. He rolled off of her and they lay naked together holding hands, comfortable and content.

  He turned to her, his thumb stroking hers. “Are you okay? Did it hurt too much?”

  “No,” she replied. “Only a bit, and only for a second.”

  Lucien rolled over on his side and got up on his elbow so he could look down at her. “Did it feel as good for you as it did for me?”

  “Well,” she began. “It felt good, but from the way you acted it was likely not the same. Maybe the next time it will be. It is probably because it was my first time.”

  He nodded and lay back down. “Maybe,” he said.

  “I love you, Lucien,” Isabella said quietly.

  Lucien took in a deep breath. “I think I love you too, Isabella.”

  ∞

  At the exact same moment that Lucien and Isabella were consummating their love for the very first time, Patrick looked up at Rose from the book he was reading. She looked up at him as well, and they both smiled.

  “It is done,” Patrick said softly.

  Rose nodded and smiled. “Yes,” she replied before looking back down at her knitting.

  Patrick had never liked the idea, but he knew it was beyond his control. He sat back in his chair, his book open in his hands. He was much calmer now that it was over, the Powers would be pleased with them all.

  Rasia called them the ‘Powers’, as if she knew them personally, and Patrick did not understand that, but he was certain it had something to do with her being part witch. He thought that witches had a different understanding of the Powers than what he originally felt with Cyril’s power. When Cyril had made the Queen and Rasia fully changed, the Powers were all so clear to all the family shifting from Cyril to a much higher power. It didn’t matter to Patrick what they were called; to him they were one and the same.

  He stood and put his book face down on his desk. “I suppose we should turn in. I don’t want to embarrass the girl when she finally decides to come in. Let’s let them be.”

  Rose nodded and put her knitting into the basket beside her chair. She stood and took her husband’s hand, and together they went to their chambers. It was time to turn in. They didn’t need to be concerned about Isabella anymore. Tonight she had become a woman, and no matter how uneasy the details made her parents, they both knew it was something they would have to live with, if not learn to love.

  ∞

  Lucien and Isabella dressed and stayed in the treehouse talking for the next two hours. They did not discuss having sex together, they talked only about Lucien’s anger toward Rasia. It was an anger that seeme
d to have a mind of its own, at least in Isabella’s opinion. She found herself concerned about what Lucien might eventually do to his own mother, but she kept her worries to herself.

  When he finally got ready to leave the two kissed each other softly goodbye, and he walked her to her front door. There they parted ways, Isabella to the comfort of her bed, and Lucien to go home to the massive, lonely White House. He thought about the love he and Isabella had made only until he arrived at his front door, then all thoughts of the incident left his mind.

  He showered and climbed between his sheets, and he lay there in the darkness thinking. Suddenly he found himself considering women in general. What did Stella, the head of their servants, look like without her clothes on? What about his mother? Were they as tempting and luscious as Isabella had been? What did they smell like up close? He knew now that Isabella’s scent had become extremely powerful when her skin was right under his nose. Before he had showered, he could smell her all over him, and even now the memory of her scent and the feel of her body on the inside was giving him another erection.

  But the actual girl he had just been with was now the furthest thing from Lucien’s mind. He found himself obsessing over every woman he had ever encountered over his lifetime, though they had been few. He knew that, for the time being at least, he would not be satisfied to just have Isabella. He wanted to sample each and every one. He wanted to smell them, taste their flesh, and feel them from the inside, as he had done earlier tonight.

  Yes, suddenly he was not concerned with his girl Isabella at all.

  ∞

  Isabella was lying with her eyes closed, and she could not stop thinking about Lucien. It had been magic, what the two of them had done tonight. She found she was more devoted to him than ever.

  But something tugged at her heart. She knew that it was not going to be easy for some reason. She felt like the sex had been a catalyst of sorts, and she felt confusion and fear with that knowledge.

  All she could do was be patient and steadfast. Her father and mother told her that when something was meant to be one had to wait for it to come full circle. One could not get distracted or give up, losing focus.

  Finally she fell into a fitful sleep, filled with uncomfortable dreams that she wouldn’t remember when she woke.

  Chapter 13

  Lucien walked into the dining room the next morning in a state of complete distraction. It seemed he could suddenly smell every woman in the house, and while it was pleasant it made him feel a sense of powerlessness he was not accustomed to. A servant had walked by him upstairs in the hall carrying a pile of sheets, and for the first time the woman stared at him, even following him with her eyes. She had even smiled flirtatiously. Was it all in his head? For Lucien it was all he could do to keep from throwing her on the floor and ravaging her.

  Lack of self-control wouldn’t do now; he had come way too far. Now that he knew who he was and what his future really held he was determined not to ruin it. He would find another way to indulge his sexual fantasies, one that wouldn’t put his future at risk.

  His mother was already seated before her breakfast. Lucien sat at the far end of the long table, as far from her as he could get. He hadn’t sat close to her, except during lesson time, since their confrontation on his birthday.

  “Good morning,” she said to him as he sat.

  He nodded in response and unfolded his napkin, placing it on his lap. He then rang the bell a single time to let the kitchen staff know he had arrived, then he looked at his mother. She smiled at him, but he did not smile back.

  Rasia cleared her throat. “So, the Powers have let me know that they have sealed the relationship you have with Isabella.”

  Now she had his attention. He looked her in the eyes, but he refused to speak. He didn’t need to if the witch already knew so much.

  “You do realize that you will both be married someday,” she said. “But I also know that right now Isabella is not even in your thoughts. That is normal.”

  Lucien remained silent. He was more concerned about listening to every word the woman had to say. He had much to learn, and it was vital that he begin learning his lessons well.

  “Regardless, you will enter a very… physical phase in your life,” she told him. “It may be hard to understand, especially for Isabella, but you will both eventually get through it. I expect you to handle yourself responsibly during this time. No killing of Family.”

  He wanted to ask her what she meant exactly, but something inside of him already knew. The strong, constant stirring in his groin that had arrived last night was explanation enough. As for Isabella, he knew she wasn’t going anywhere. She would be fine regardless of what he chose to do, and he knew that very well.

  Rasia took a bite of her food and chewed it up, swallowing it daintily. “I will be going to New York to tend to some business at Cliffside. I will be gone for a week. You are a man now,” she reminded him. “I expect that you will handle things the right way here. Martin will be with me, so you are in charge.”

  A female servant appeared carrying Lucien’s breakfast. As she put his plate before him her scent filled his nose, and a low growl escaped his throat. The girl turned to him and smiled, then she gave him a quick wink before returning to the kitchen.

  Lucien was in shock. Had that woman just winked at him? Had his mother taken notice of the exchange? He looked up at her; she sat looking at him. A sly, knowing smile on her face.

  “As I was saying, it is essential that you be the very picture of responsibility, Lucien,” she continued, still smiling with obvious amusement. “Do you understand what I am saying, or do I need to elaborate?”

  He shook his head. “Good, I didn’t want to have to go into all the gory details. It has always been your strongest traits, your insight and intelligence.”

  Rasia rose, wiping her lips on her napkin. “I need to be going. The plane is already waiting. I will see you when I return.” With that she left the room. No affection, no hugging. There never was, and Lucien hated her for that as well.

  He ate his breakfast quickly and went to his room. He had a lot to think about, and he needed to be alone to do it. No distractions, he just wanted to sort things out in his head.

  Shortly after he lay down the telephone rang next to his bed. He looked over at the caller id display: Isabella. He did not want to talk to her now. He had way too much on his mind. He let the phone ring until it stopped, then he turned the ringer off. The servants knew not to answer their private phone. He felt better now.

  Lucien focused on all that was new that day, from the loss of his virginity to feeling compelled to have sex again as soon as possible. How was he to deal with that? He may be officially a ‘man’, but he was still thirteen. The stirring between his legs and the nagging in his mind would drive him mad if he didn’t find a way to quiet them both.

  His first opportunity came later that afternoon, much to his shock and surprise. He had completely lost track of time lying on his bed. He had even been fantasizing about sex, imaging some of the things he would do the next time he had an opportunity to be alone with a woman. The smell of the women downstairs was trickling under his door, driving him mad.

  He was tossing and turning, wide awake, when he heard a light knocking at his bedroom door. “Yes?” he questioned sternly.

  The door opened slowly and a petite blond servant poked her head inside. “Master Lucien?”

  He sat up on the edge of his bed. “Yes?”

  Now the girl became bolder. She opened the door all the way and stepped inside, and though she kept her head slightly bowed out of respect, she looked him in the eye. She was pretty, with her hair pulled up and tiny ringlets hanging around her face. Her blue eyes seemed to be lit up brightly.

  “I just wanted to know if there is… anything… I can do for you,” she said coyly, a smile playing on her lips.

  The woman was flirting with him, and the smell of her desire was coming off of her in great waves. It was making hi
m dizzy, and he was having a hard time understanding what was happening. Was this woman in his room to… seduce him?

  Lucien chose his words carefully. “Are you here for my laundry?”

  She shook her head and then looked behind her into the hall. When she saw it was empty she entered his room all the way and closed the door behind her. “I am here for anything you want or need, Master.”

  Now Lucien stood, filled with a confidence he was not accustomed to. He walked over to her and stood before her, looking at her face. They were the same height, and his direct stare seemed to intimidate her. Her eyes fell to the floor.

  He lifted his hand and touched her face. “What is your name?”

  The girl continued to look at the floor. “Amanda.”

  He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “Amanda,” he said, tasting her name on his lips.

  Lucien leaned forward then and covered her mouth with his own. She tasted of mint and blood; she had fed today, and the flavor proved to drive him even harder. He grabbed her arms and pulled her to him, and she did not put up a fight. Soon they were ripping at each other’s clothing, ripping the cloth and shredding the items until they fell to the floor.

  Lucien was determined to taste her, and without revealing his intent he put her to the floor quickly. She lay down in submission, spreading her legs to receive him, but he buried his face there instead. Suddenly Lucien knew he had found heaven.

  He indulged himself with this woman in this way for nearly an hour, and she was all too eager. She moaned and squirmed in a manner that drove him out of his mind, but he did not lose control this time. After he had had enough he mounted her and thrust his young manhood deep inside of her, then he slowed himself down. He was going to enjoy this.