Saule shook her head even as her hips jerked against his hand in frustration.
Ah, there is the defiance I expected. He smiled.
“Anton and Kurt bring you pleasure do they not?”
She jolted slightly in the chains as if his question caught her off guard. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded. He slowly thrust his hips forward, straining to keep his own control even as he chipped away at hers.
“Thank them,” he said softly.
Her jaw twitched as if she’d clenched her teeth again. Seeing her struggle somehow eased his own and helped him regain a measure of control. He pulled his fingers from her body, sliding them between her legs until he found the smooth bundle of nerves just above the hot entrance to her pussy. Her body bucked wildly as he massaged her clit in slow smooth circles.
“Thank them,” he whispered again.
She shook her head and he halted his fingers, taking them away from her clit. She cried out, her body jerking as if to force his ministrations to continue.
“Thank them,” he repeated.
“Th-thank you,” she ground out.
Aldric smiled his purely masculine satisfaction. His fingers resumed their massage of her clit. “They deserve a reward, do they not?”
She started to shake her head, but a few firm strokes of his fingers threw her body around, rattling the chains. She dragged in a ragged breath and nodded, wordlessly.
“Invite them to drink at your lovely breasts.”
Anton and Kurt continued their ministrations even as their eyes began to shine with hungry anticipation. Aldric had seen them feast at a woman’s pleasure soaked body before. He’d watched them hold women down to keep them from tearing themselves open while they thrashed around in the pleasure of the brothers’ bite. It was their gift. A type of vampire glamour that brought un-imaginable pleasure. Combined with Aldric’s own considerable skill, the ecstasy they would bring her would make her glow.
“Anton, Kurt,” she gasped, her voice the sweetest sound Aldric’s ears had ever heard. “Drink.”
Aldric’s grip tightened around her waist as he delved his fingers into her center, collecting more honey to spread over her clit. Saule cried out, her hips bucking against his hand.
“Say please,” he commanded hoarsely.
“Please,” she sobbed.
A nod from him was all the brothers needed. Their fangs slid from their sheaths and buried themselves deep in the soft tissue of her breasts. The copper scent of blood filled the air and Aldric’s head spun with the aroma. He forced himself to concentrate on the woman fanning her thighs around his hand. His finger circled her clit, as he began to thrust his cock between her legs, still not entering the hot cave of her body.
Her muscles strained in his arms, winding her tighter and tighter, her cries whipping him into an erotic frenzy. He stared at her skin, his tortured mind waiting for the faintest hint of a glow. Pain shivered down his cock as he fought not to give in to the urge to fuck her. He hadn’t realized until this moment just how much he needed her to glow. How much he needed to see sunlight again, even if it was only a reflection in the goddess’ skin. He had so loved the sight as her priest. It was the one thing he missed from his human life.
Just as he was about to give up, to bury himself in her welcoming depths, he saw it. A light danced under her skin. Ripples of gold, like sunlight riding the gentle waves in a pond. They flowed over her skin, her eyes closing as her head fell back on his shoulder. A fountain of joy bubbled up in his breast as he tucked his mouth in the crook of her neck.
A groan escaped his throat as he thrust his cock inside her, the strong muscles of her pussy making him fight for every inch. She screamed and her hips ground back against him, forcing herself farther onto his cock. All pretense shattered and fell into pieces around them as he gave himself over to the passion that had ignited between them.
Over and over he buried himself inside her, thrusting harder and faster with every pulse of pleasure down his spine. The wet sound of their bodies smacking together echoed in his ears, building his own pleasure until he couldn’t stand it. He held onto the fraying edge of his control, determined not to let it end before he got what he came for.
Her orgasm hit with the glory of a comet. Brilliant light exploded to life in her body, filling her with the brilliance of a sun and casting huge shadows on the earthen walls of the cavern. Shaking with anticipation, Aldric plunged his fangs into her neck as he gave himself over to the pleasure.
Her blood splashed against his tongue like burning drops of molten lava. So hot they should have been painful, and yet only pleasure sang on his tongue. Her silken walls spasmed with her orgasm, massaging his cock as he pierced her body over and over again.
Heat flooded up from his groin. Her blood flowed down his throat in a river of honeyed magma until the two waves of heat met in the center of his body. He burned with her blood, bathed in the light of her body. After so many years of seeing nothing but moonlight, he couldn’t bring himself to close his eyes, even as black spots danced in his vision.
Pleasure spiraled up like a magnificent phoenix, blinding him with its erotic glory. The earth seemed to heave underneath him as his orgasm hit. The whole world seemed to swing wildly on its axis as his brain bobbed on wave after wave of delicious hot sensations. It seemed to go on forever, an eternal loop of divine ecstasy.
Something hard hit his back and his body jerked in confusion. He blinked as his probing tongue discovered his fangs had slipped free of Saule’s delicate neck. All he could see was golden fog edged in blackness, the result of staring too long at the glowing goddess’ skin. He felt around him, trying to regain his bearings.
“Shhhhhh, lie still, Aldric. You are not finished yet.”
Her voice sounded different. Contrary to the angry insults and desperate pleas from before, her voice now echoed with power, calm with peaceful confidence.
He blinked over and over, straining to see his surroundings. He groped around, his questing hands alerting him to the fact he was lying on the floor. He threw his hands out in front of him and pleasure sizzled over his palms as the puckered flesh of her nipples grazed his skin.
“Oh,” she moaned from above him.
The sound of her breathy voice sent a wave of almost painful pleasure over his cock, stirring it to life sooner than he’d ever thought possible. The flesh in his hands pressed more firmly against him and he couldn’t resist the instinct to flick his thumbs over her nipples. Twin weights pressed against his chest and she dragged her fingers across his bare flesh.
Bit by bit, his vision returned. Sparkles of white light glistened around him. He realized with a start that they were drops of melted silver—the remnants of chains.
He couldn’t see Vincentas, Bron, or the Queen. The world was still coated in a golden haze, but he could make out the bodies of Anton and Kurt lying on the floor a few feet away. They flopped around, the sluggish movements of their bodies suggesting a type of lethargy rather than pain.
“The brothers have been handsomely rewarded for the pleasure they gave me. It will be awhile before they are of any use to you though, I’m afraid.”
Aldric turned his gaze back to Saule. He flinched when he met her eyes, burning balls of pure sunlight. He tried to look away, but she put a hand on either side of his face and turned him back to her.
“I see a face inside you,” she whispered, her strange glowing eyes looking almost blind. “Who is in there?”
Aldric opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Fear shivered down his spine, even as the heat of Saule’s body pressed him to the floor. Her blood flowed through his veins, infusing him with a warmth he hadn’t felt in ages. He felt like a penitent, lying before his goddess. Waiting for her judgment. For the first time in centuries, he realized he was very very afraid.
“A shroud covers the man before me,” she said slowly, her voice echoing with power. She pulled her hands away from his face. “I must bring him back.”
The heat of her breath on his cock tightened his body, raising his flesh once again until he stood as hard and ready as before. She ran her cheek over the length of him and he cried out into her soaking flesh.
“Drink from me, Aldric,” she whispered against him. “I will take the chill from your body and you will see again.”
Somewhere, something inside Aldric stirred. A part of him he’d thought died almost two centuries ago suddenly turned its face to the light. His hands rose of their own accord, cupping her hips as though they were the most delicate of treasures. A sense of wonder settled over him as he drew his tongue along her pussy.
Her moan caressed him like a hand, stirring his passion as she lowered her mouth over the head of his cock. He licked her again, deeper this time. He lapped at the honey that coated her flesh, relishing the flavor of living sunlight. Over and over, he drew his tongue over her lips, delving into her depths to get more sweet nectar from her body. Every swallow added to the growing pool of warmth in his belly, every suckle of his mouth at her lips made the light before him a little brighter. He drank from her and knew he’d never be thirsty again.
Her lips locked around the head of his cock and he cried out as she ran her tongue in quick circles around the tip. Sizzling jolts of pleasure ricocheted down his length until his body bucked underneath her, straining to enter her mouth. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to heighten his pleasure without causing pain.
Suddenly she opened her lips, sliding his cock inside her mouth until her lips met her fist. His fingers dug into her hips and he struggled not to thrust too violently for fear of hurting her. She pulled back, achingly slowly, her fist sliding up through her saliva so that she stroked him with long smooth motions.
“Saule,” he choked, his body rocking in time to her ministrations.
She settled herself firmly on his mouth, raising her lips just enough to say, “Drink.”
She didn’t wait for his response before taking his cock back in her mouth. Helpless to do anything else, Aldric did as she commanded.
Over and over again he licked at her pussy, teasing his tongue between her folds and coaxing more wetness from the depths of her being. Her body shuddered and began to rock against him, straining to put her clit against his questing tongue.
He readily obliged her, soothing the bundle of nerves he had tortured so firmly with his hand only minutes ago. Her mouth continued to slide over his cock, her hand working his shaft as her lips played over the head. Desire tightened his body, sending shockwaves down his limbs as his second orgasm drew closer.
His hips shuddered and he tried to pull back, to warn her he would not last much longer. She pressed her body down, silently urging him not to stop. He renewed his efforts, suckling at her clit and trying to build her own pleasure as quickly as she built his.
The orgasm hit him with a force he’d never felt before. His lower body thrust off the ground, his insides twisting and melting as if everything he was had been turned to liquid and was being drained from his body by the delicate mouth of the goddess on top of him. Her body spasmed and a flood of honey poured into his mouth, flowing down his throat like a stream of light and warmth.
He could taste spring in her juices. Budding life exploding from the earth, warm sunlight caressing the frozen ground, and the melting of winter’s last snow. It all flowed from her body into his, even as his very soul seemed to flow into her. Pleasure wrung their bodies until they lay in a boneless heap on the floor.
A thick muffled sound echoed in Aldric’s ears. His brain lay under a thick blanket of spent pleasure, too muddled to identify the noise. The sound came again. Then again. Each sound was the same, smooth and steady. Like a heartbeat.
A heartbeat.
Aldric rocketed into a sitting position, shock vibrating his body as his hands flew to his chest. His flesh twitched as something inside him pulsed, pressing against his hand in rhythmic beats. It had been so long that the sound seemed foreign, almost unidentifiable. He fought to swallow past the lump of fear in his throat, the revived organ inside him filling his ears with its ominous beat.
He stared in shock at Saule where she lay on the ground, her glowing eyes once more the pale blue orbs they had been when he arrived. No longer like beads of ice, they shone at him like droplets of dew on early morning leaves. She smiled at him as he stared at her, lost and confused. The iron bar in his braid felt unbearably heavy and he winced as he strained to hold his head up.
“I don’t understand,” he whispered. “What have you done to me?”
“The human Aldric was my faithful servant,” Saule said sweetly. “The vampire Aldric turned his back on me, but the memory of my follower remained buried inside you. I am the goddess of the sun, my body is a chalice of life and rebirth.”
Terror seized Aldric, widening his eyes with growing realization. He’d drank from the body of a goddess, not just from her veins, but from the very essence of her feminine power. The strength he’d found in death had been stolen from him—drained away on a flood of life. He fought the fine tremble that threatened to crawl up his body as Saule leaned in and put her lips against his ear.
“You grew impatient with me once, Aldric. You threw away the life you’d promised to spend in service to me.” She licked his ear and then nuzzled his neck, sending shivers down his spine. “I’m going to teach you patience, little human. There will be no vampire standing by to offer you a faster way.”
He shivered in pleasure despite a growing sense of alarm. “What do you want from me?”
“Here in the Unseelie sithen, night and day coexist. Dubheasa has kindly offered me refuge here while I recondition you. And all it cost me was two of your guards.”
Aldric froze, his gaze searching in vain for Vincentas and Bron. The two men had entrusted him with their safety, had been loyal to him for hundreds of years. Now they were gone.
“You look so outraged.” Saule smiled. “Don’t worry,” she soothed. “The Queen will take good care of them.”
“They have done nothing to deserve punishment. They are not yours to bargain with.”
“I wouldn’t worry about them, my dear Aldric.”
The queen’s voice wound itself around his ears, tilting his head to look toward the entrance of the alcove. The queen stood there, her face smeared with blood and her eyes alight with some strange pleasure. She stepped into the alcove and came to stand where she could stare down at Aldric. “You have more important things to worry about.”
Understanding finally dawned. He turned his gaze back to Saule. “You planned this. You deliberately drew Oberon’s attentions so that Tatania would send you here because you knew Queen Dubheasa would help you lure me to the sithen in exchange for the brothers.”
Saule smiled. “Do you know what happens when you touch the sun, Aldric?”
His heart, so newly healed, nearly stopped in his chest. “You get—”
“Burned,” she whispered.
“Poor Aldric,” the queen said ruefully. “It seems your reign of terror is over.” She sighed. “Pity.”
BOOK TWO: MASTERED
“So you just assumed that because I left the tentacle lying on the floor that I was done with it?”
Queen Dubheasa narrowed her eyes a little further, keeping the smile from her face as her newest lady in waiting shrank before her. The key to tormenting servants was to make them question everything. Even the slightest task should make them tense with indecision as they tried to guess whether the greater danger lie in doing something or not doing something. For instance, would it anger the queen mo
re to leave a bleeding tentacle lying on the floor of her throne room, or would she be more furious if it was discarded without consulting her? These were the questions that kept a sidhe from making hasty choices.
Rosemary’s normally pink tinted skin paled with terror until she was nearly as white as the queen herself.
“I—I—I—,” she sputtered.
“You look better with less color in your face,” Dubheasa mused aloud, admiring the woman’s new pallor. “I wonder how we might go about dying your skin to look that way all the time?”
The slender sidhe female swayed on her feet, a good sign she was about to faint. Tiny greed buds pushed through Rosemary’s skin, crawling down her arms like tiny green snakes. If the former Seelie sidhe kept panicking, she’d be covered in a rosebush before she could gather her wits to respond. Dark pleasure swirled around Dubheasa’s body. Less than five minutes and two hundred year old Rosemary was already losing control of her powers in the face of the queen’s psychological warfare.
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