The Warrior

by RT Lucas

  ‘Jesus Fucking Wept’ – Shuggie was mesmerised by Teodora right at that moment. He was watching in fascination as she pleasured herself – to punish him! He was going to have a serious case of ‘blue balls’ if she kept this punishment up – his cock was throbbing and his balls were tight. Shuggie gripped the sheets in his fists as Teodora made good with her threats, her delicate fingers working on her own body as she started to flush all over, her breathing ragged and heavy – and never once did the connection between their eyes falter. She was glorious.

  Teodora took a step backwards, the back of her knees hitting off the chair as she lowered her ass onto it, spreading her legs wide, her heels firmly planted on the floor, she gave out her instruction to Shuggie as her hand slipped over her navel and downwards to her core, her fingers rubbing up and down her slick folds. “Look at me Warrior”

  Shuggie felt as though lead weights were attached to his eyes as he honed in on her fingers as they teased and rubbed over the wet, plump folds of her beautiful pussy. He just couldn’t look up at her eyes – he wanted more, he wanted to taste her, feel her – fill and stretch her with his now agonisingly hard cock. Somehow, he managed to do as she bid, and locked eyes on hers, but his red eyes were full of passion, lust and unconditional love for his female. He knew that he was lost to her forever in that one moment that they were sharing, and as his pain started to merge with pleasure, he didn’t want it to end.

  Teodora’s blue eyes started intentionally into Shuggie’s red ones, the swirling was slow as her fingers worked faster over her swollen bundle of nerves. Her breathing was becoming laboured as the orgasm teetered on the brink of sending her over the edge, this was the most erotic experience she had encountered – her Warrior watching her as she pleasured herself. Teodora’s hips pushed forward and upwards as her back pushed her forward in the chair, her breasts were tingling, there was a deep fire in the pit of her stomach was her body was assaulted with waves of pleasure, screaming “Shugggahhhhh” as she rode out the orgasm over her fingers.

  As Teodora succumbed to her climax, Shuggie’s body stiffened and tightened and unable to control himself, his cock spurted hot jets of cum onto his stomach – and somehow he managed for once to stay quiet. The primal urge in him was to please his female, and he had done that by following her orders – giving her complete control of him. As she looked up at him, her body lax and spent, he waited for her to let him move. He wanted to hold her in his arms now, tend to her.

  A blush covered Teodora from head to foot as she bit into her lower lip, her skin was covered in a light sheen of sweat as her sated core stopped contracting from the orgasm. With shaking legs, she rose unsteadily from the chair and took small steps over her bed where she stepped out of the heels and slowly crawled on the bed, her head lowered as she captured Shuggie’s lips with her own, the kiss was intimate, not primal, just slow and loving for what Shuggie had allowed her to do.

  “Ah lass...” Shuggie cradled Teodora in his strong arms as he spoke in between kisses. “Ye huv nae idea how magnificent ye are, dae ye? Ah fucking love ye...” Shuggie stilled then, surprised at his declaration – but only for a moment. He did love her. Absolutely and completely. “Ah love ye, Teodora Valdez, Doc, mah geekie lassie, an now Mistress o’mah heart.” Shuggie kissed Teodora then, from forehead down to the tip of her nose, before capturing her lips with his. She was what he had waited thousands of years for – and it was worth the wait.

  The reserved Teo returned as she giggled and squealed against Shuggie’s lips, her hands cupped his face as she pulled his face up a little so she could look into his red eyes. “Oh gosh how I love you Warrior of my heart, body and soul, I love you, I love you, I love you,” she repeated over and over as she pecked his lips with hers after each declaration.

  Shuggie lay Teodora down on the bed gently, as he got up and knelt on the floor, beside her. Taking off his Celtic band from his signet finger, he took her hand in his. “Teodora, lassie – we huv known each other fur years, an it hus done me proud tae finally be with ye. Ah know in mah heart ah kin ne’er be without ye, so…” he placed his signet ring onto her left hand, holding it at the tip as he spoke, “...would ye dae me the honour of being mah wife?” As he knelt on one knee, naked and vulnerable, his hand shook ever so slightly as he waited for her reply.

  Overcome with emotion of happiness, Teodora’s tears ran down over her cheeks as she all but screamed out “Yes! Yes Yes Yes Warrior, oh gosh yes, oh gosh I am repeating myself, yes?” She was crying with joy and getting herself tongue tied as she nodded her head repeatedly.

  Shuggie gave a bellowing laugh as he slid the ring onto Teodora’s finger, then got up from the floor, joining her in bed once more. This time, his hands were roaming all over her silken skin and he was kissing, licking and gently caressing her. “Ah’d like tae take ye as mah betrothed tae mah ancestral home, Teodora. The Commander hus given me leave if ah want it – jist a few days – wit dae ye think?” Shuggie had never taken anyone to his castle or grounds in Scotland. That was a secret part of him that he guarded more fiercely than the fact that he was a vampire, but he wanted – no needed – to share that part of him with Teodora. He wanted no secrets between them, not now, not ever.

  “Ad bee hoonored” Teodora’s giggle was infectious as she tried and failed to do her Scots accent moving so she was perched up on her elbow, looking at Shuggie. “I would be honoured Warrior, yes I shall accompany you to your home” She lowered her head to kiss his nose, then his eyes lids and lastly tenderly his lips. “I love you Hugh MacAndrew, Warrior of my heart.”

  As Teodora slept deeply, Shuggie held and watched over her. Finally, he would be returning home with a female who he loved and who loved him back – and who he could trust implicitly. He knew he was the luckiest bastard un-dead.

  CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

  The tall, lean male stood to the front of the class, his dark brown eyes scanning the room for fresh meat that would soon be wrapped around. A sneer crossed his thin lips as he roared to gain the attention of the group of new surgeons.

  “My name is Anthony Hills the Third, Professor of this Institute where your skills as the surgeons you already are will be further developed to a world you only dared to believe existed. Let me make one thing fucking clear – you belong to me!” Tony seen the split in the room as the weak searched out exits, the others hanging on his every word.

  Tony shifted from behind the desk so he was standing in front of it, his arms bridged over his chest. “I have personally handpicked you all to train myself. This prestigious opportunity has not been heard of since the loss of Dr Valdez and Subject Ultimo. Whereas that little cunt was Head of Research, you lot will be trained in the art of torture.”

  Tony knew his wards were impermeable by the puny mortals that were standing before him. He had a sly smirk on his lips as he thought of the only way they would ever leave now…in a wooden box.

  His voice was booming. “Welcome to my Universe mortals – where immortality is real and the Supernatural exists! Torture is an art and must be treated as such – it is also a skill that only a select few can perform…properly. Only a small group exists that can execute to its fullest proficiency.” Tony stopped talking, the air around the auditorium had turned deadly as he stared down at the red head in the first row, his head jutted to the side where out of nowhere three of his lackeys appeared and grabbed a hold of her, dragging the hysterical female to the gurney that sat in the middle of the operating style theatre room. “You little cunt,” he roared. “How dare you talk when I am addressing my people? Well bravo for you, your little mishap just made you into our first live experiment.”

  Anthony Hills the Third ignored the screams and pleas for mercy as he towered over the gurney. “This is what I call the ‘The Dinner Party’…Tony style.” With a click of his fingers, the auditorium was plunged into darkness then with a slight buzzing noise, a large rounded Ultra HD–LED illuminated over the redhead who was strapped and shacked to the operati
ng table.

  “What’s a dinner party without the appetizer?” Tony sneered. “Fear is the key – not too much but just enough to show the subject exactly what you are capable of and who’s running the show.” Tony took a step backwards, his leather trench coat swaying behind him as he done a scan of the room with his dark eyes.

  “Listen and fucking watch the Master at work. I find destroying the arm first is fun.” Tony was deadly as he walked over to the table which was full of tools and apparatus. His hand hovered for a moment then stopped over a hammer, picking it up with a handful of nails and without hesitation he hammered them into the screaming female’s fingers and knuckles, securing them into the wooden beam that ran above her restrained head.

  “Is she making your ears bleed? Let’s give the bitch something to really whine about will we?”

  Tony launched the hammer into the audience and rolled his eyes in boredom as it hit a student, splitting his head open. The lifeless body sank to the highly polished floor with a thud. “For fucks sake, mortals are so fucking weak – get him out my sight!” As before, two men appeared as if from nowhere and dragged the dead male by his feet out of the room.

  The loud sound of a chainsaw was now occupying the room. Whispers of ‘what is he?’ could be heard and in a slow motion the tall male turned around to face the class. Holding the chainsaw in his left hand above his head, sinister brown eyes squinting, Tony addressed the whispering students “What am I? I’m the Master of the Fucking Universe.” Tony then calmly turned back around and brought the blade of the saw down on the female’s wrist, cutting through the flesh and muscle until the bone was reached. As if on cue, a lackey appeared with a blowtorch cauterizing the wound before stepping aside as Tony repeated the process on the wrist to elbow. Once the upper arm was reached, he dropped the chainsaw to the floor causing the group to go running for their lives. Tony ripped the rest of the redhead’s arm off, waving it about then pointing it at a male student. “Get him out of here, he’s fucking pissed his pants, I have no time for the weak!” The severed arm was thrown like a bone into the crowd as the gurney was wheeled out and a new patient brought in its place.

  Tony’s head snapped violently to the left, the roar that emitted from his mouth caused everything made of glass to shatter in the experiment room. His attentions had turned back to the group of assembled trapped students as they looked on in horror. “You think I wouldn’t find out?” The sorcerer pushed his way through the group of students, singling out one as his upper lip curled into a sneer. Curling his finger, he beckoned the petrified male to him.

  “At what fucking point did I...” Tony’s hand had gripped around the male’s throat lifting him off the ground. “At what point did I say go into the house, slaughter the witch skanks and come back here empty handed? Witch’s blood is my secret ingredient!”

  The sorcerer’s fingers were now starting to crush the windpipe of the male whom made the biggest mistake of his life. His sinister eyes were boring into the crowd. “It appears we have an extra lesson that I didn’t intend on giving. Take notes because this is a very important lesson – this is how imbeciles who can’t carry out instructions are dealt with.”

  Tony shook the terrified student like a rag doll, stretching his arm out to the horrified class, none dared to move or utter a sound as they watched, not knowing what was about to come next.

  Tony was gripping the student’s skull tightly, muttering a chant under his breath before addressing the group. “This dear old fucked up boy’s ears are buzzing – the congestion will be filling his head where his pea sized brain is housed. He is aware he’s about to meet his maker but alas, he also knows there is fuck all he can do about.” Tony was roaring, he was beyond furious and in this mood he was capable of anything. He may despise witches to their very core, but he didn’t want them dead until he had drained them of their potent and valuable blood first.

  “Vertigo is now setting in…You! Barbie Tits, take fucking notes on this!” Tony stopped to stare at the busty student with the dyed purple hair. “Never seen blood before? Your rancid pussy leaks it once a month.” There was blood now flowing from Tony’s latest casualty’s nose mouth and ears. “Ah see the disco dance moves, the clenching of hands and convulsions?” Tony was in his element giving commentary on the torture of the witch–killing student “Do you know what that means? “You Do Not Fuck With The Master Of The Universe!” Tony let the student’s body fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes.

  Snapping his fingers three times as he pointed to one of the female students, “You… your lips look like they have good suction – get your ass to my office where you will get under my desk and get those smackers ready to suck me good. The rest of you get back to fucking work!” Looking at the subject on the gurney he added, “I want that witch drained of blood and it brought to my office still warm!”

  Tony stormed from his experimental room and back to his office where the student was waiting on her hands and knees for him. “Suck me well then fuck off.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

  Xavier stood in the middle of his room and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Alicia fucking Carberletti!”

  He was shivering and soaking wet, his skin goose bumped and his mood was decidedly sour. Dressed only in his fatigues, which he had quickly shoved back on, he paced barefoot up and down his room, listening out for Alicia to come bounding into his room.

  When Alicia arrived a quarter of an hour later, she was sucking on a lolly and listening to what sounded to Xavier like whale song on her iPod. Ripping the ear buds from her, he stood angrily pointing his index finger at her. “You!” Lowering his hand to turn away, he thought better of it and turned back to her, pointing again. “You!” giving a frustrated growl as she looked back at him innocently.

  “Me what?” Alicia stood perplexed as she sucked on her lolly, her brown eyes were wide in confusion. “I only went to drink a blood bag, calm your propellers.”

  “Jets,” Xavier corrected her, but his tone was still gruff. “How many fucking showers does one midget need to take a day? I went in for my shower after you left and guess what?” He was speaking so rapidly, Alicia didn’t have time to interject. “...I’ll tell you what – all the fucking hot water was gone and I was blasted with arctic fucking cold water. Now that happening once? I can understand – hell, don’t mean a thing…but this is happening every-fucking-day Sweetcheeks. So tell me again, what is it with you and this constant showering?” His fury was waning as he faced her – the truth of it was he couldn’t stay mad at her for long, but he was pretty damn tired of having to cold shower it every day. And Xav Jr was bearing the brunt of the lack of warmth.

  Alicia shoved the cherry candy to the side of her mouth her tongue as she tilted her head to look at Xavier like he had finally lost his marbles.

  “I’ve bathed or showered multiple times a day since I was turned.” Alicia shrugged her shoulders and belly flopped onto Xavier’s neatly made bed, turning onto her back, her eyes scanned the white paint of the ceiling. “I smell her and I can’t bare it, so I bathe. I don’t see what the issue is here Commander Prick.” Alicia was more confused than angry at why having no hot water was an issue.

  He wasn’t getting through to her. She wasn’t making any sense, and so to emphasise his point, Xavier left. Returning a few moments later, Xavier held a bucket filled with freezing cold water and promptly threw it over Alicia as she lay on his bed. “Now do you understand the fucking problem?”

  Alicia screamed out as the shock of the freezing cold water sent her jumping upwards and pummelling towards Xavier. Her hand reached out and she grabbed for his balls through his fatigues. Through clenched teeth she was shivering, and spat out, “I can fucking smell Mabel throughout the day.”

  Xavier grabbed Alicia’s hand but instead of pulling it away, he held it in place leaning down to whisper, “If you’re gonna do grab my balls, do it harder, yeah.” Only then did he prise her hand from him. Kicking the bucket across th
e room he sat on the edge of the soaking bed. “And what does Mabel smell like that you have to constantly wash during the day? This has been going on for what? For over a hundred fucking years?” His voice was a little less harsh now, as he palmed his groin trying to get the blood circulating again after her vice-like grip.

  Pushing off the ground with her left foot Alicia pushed herself upwards and launched herself high in the air to sit on top of Xavier’s wardrobe. She started to sway her pink Docs as she adjusted her bracelet so that it was hanging loosely on her wrist. “Mabel smells of decay and rotten flesh. I suppose she smells like death, but I smell it all fucking day long and it gets too much then I wash.” Her hands were perched on the edge of the wooden frame as she peered down at Xavier.

  Xavier knew very little about this ‘Mabel’, only what Alicia had told him. She had thought that Mabel was her Maker, even although the Doc contradicted that theory suspecting that Alicia was vampire hybrid born. Taking Alicia’s version of events though, this Maker abandoned her shortly after her turning and sometime later, Alicia had killed her. He didn’t know when exactly, or how – only that it was a constant source of pain for her to talk about, which is why he never brought the subject up readily. Looking up at her as she swung her feet and tried to avoid eye contact with him he said, “Get down from the fucking wardrobe Sweetcheeks til we talk about this, yeah?” She was stubborn and wouldn’t come down freely, so he stood up and yanked her from her perch then sat back down, holding her prisoner on his lap. “We’ll try that again – we are going to talk about this, understand?” Alicia nodded mutely as Xavier’s huge arms caged around her, and he rested his chin on top of her head. He hated that anything hurt his female – either physically or emotionally. His voice was sympathetic, but still commanding. “Sweetcheeks, you don’t stink. I’d tell you if you did – so what you smell must be in your own head. You’re imagining it. I’m no fucking shrink, but could it be guilt?”