"Thank you Lucian. You did more than was required of you. I... I truly do not wish for you to be punished. It was I who asked you for some time alone."
"I was told to protect you, Mistress, and did not do my job. As for the rest, Lord Arcos did not specify from whom I would need to guard you. I made a poor decision, as did Marishka and Enid. We will all pay for the errors of our ways. You have nothing to fear though. Now close your eyes and rest until Thalia returns to tend you. You can be assured that I won’t make the mistake of leaving you again."
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As Lucian was seeing to Alliana, Marishka was spinning a plot of her own. She opened her eyes after hearing Enid creep from her chamber. The midwife had gone, leaving her full of the milk of poppy it seemed everyone was so fond of, thinking Marishka was fast asleep. The truth however, was far from that.
Whipping the little Gypsy whore like she had deserved, had driven her into a frenzy; her nerves were all tingly and humming, and the darkness inside her that fed on lust and pain was pulsing through her core, stronger than the sedative the old woman had administered.
Marishka laughed and flung her arms wide, her vision a bit blurry, her head floating in a cloud, but able to move nonetheless. The languid feeling usually lulled her to sleep, but she refused to allow that this night. Oh no, she had other needs, needs that were much more pressing, and only her favorite toy could sate them. She needed her childe. Yes, she needed her Andor, for a bit of rough and bloody fun.
That naughty, naughty Lucian had the spoiled her game, leaving her in this state, and she wouldn’t have it. She’d dance her lovely dance while holding the strap, savoring the sound of the crack it made as it struck the flesh of the Gypsy whore, swaying to the music of the bitch’s pitiful cries, but then he had stopped her. The insolent bad, bad, minion whom Mikhal had given power to, had taken away her fun, scolding her, and leaving her all busy in her head and in her loins.
Rolling to her side, an insane giggle spilling from her lips, the drug’s scattering what sense she had left into a rosy haze, Marishka pulled herself up and reached for the bell cord at the side of her bed. She tugged it hard, falling forward in the process, scolding the naughty fairies that pushed her, then climbed on the bed once more and pulled the cord again.
An apprehensive servant answered her summons, entering the room and looking at the Mistress of the castle who all knew to be utterly ruthless and insane. “Yes, Mistress? How may I serve you?”
“Come here girl. I don’t bite.” Marishka laughed manically at her own joke as the serving girl came forward on unsteady legs, well aware that her Mistress was probably going to do just that.
Marishka patted the bed with a shaky hand; fighting the effects of the milk of poppy as best she could, then lay back, closing her eyes, waiting for the meal that would return the vitality to her body. The girl sat on the bed as directed, her eyes huge, and Marishka made to jump at her, fingers curled into claws, a snarl upon her lips, then giggled hysterically when the girl shrieked and moved away, falling on her backside with a hard thump as she did so.
“Poor little thing knows I’m going to eat her. Tsk, tsk, I’ve made her all frightened. Skitter scatter scared little girl, knows her Mistress is hungry. Come here to me now. Kneel at the bed so I can have a taste. No running away or I’ll have to get cross.”
The girl did as she was told, moving forth and kneeling before her Marishka, closing her eyes and bowing her head as silent tears streamed down her cheeks. Marishka rolled on her side, propping herself up on one elbow and reached out to the servant with her other hand. She toyed with the girl’s hair, pulling it from its pins, taking the small white cap from her head, making the moment of dreaded anticipation increase the fear in the blood flowing through her victim’s veins. Finally, knowing the time was drawing near when she would be overcome by the sedative, Marishka tilted the servant girl’s chin up, exposing the delicate expanse of ivory flesh that pulsed with life’s blood and beckoned the hungry vampiress.
“So pretty, so sweet. I’m not going to hurt you a bit. You listen to me now. I’m going to become your special love, and you will do my bidding my sweet girl. The Gypsy whore who is posing as your Mistress does not belong here, and you are going to help keep watch over her while I’m gone.”
The girl began to fight in Marishka’s arms, not sure what the dark woman’s words meant, but fearing them all the same. “No struggling now or I’ll have to call my minions to tire you out first, and they will be nasty, nasty, nasty. Hold you down and hurt you for being a bad girl I think. So much unpleasantness as they take their turns as you cry your salty tears. I want you pure and sweet, so you must be my good girl. I will give you yummy pleasure. Make your body dance.”
Feeling her head become increasingly heavy from the milk of poppy, knowing she needed to infuse the girl’s vibrant blood into her weakening body posthaste, Marishka gripped her tightly around the shoulders and vamped out.
“Lay with me on the bed sweet. Lay with your Mistress now. I need you.” Thinking of the minions who would rape her over and over, and not being able to withstand the compelling look in Marishka’s eyes; the servant lay beside the dark haired beauty on the bed, her entire body shaking with fear.
Marishka began to stroke her up and down, teasing her nipples through the rough woolen gown she wore, dancing her fingers over the long column of her neck then slowly reaching down and raising the hem of her gown.
She lifted the servant girl’s dress up to her waist and parted the knickers beneath, all the while whispering sweet words interspersed with threats of rough minions who would hurt her if she resisted. Parting the cotton of her underclothes, Marishka pushed the girl’s thighs wide and began to stroke her womanhood while nibbling at her neck.
She took a small sip of the girl’s hot potent blood all the while teasing her between the legs, making the terrified girl mewl and beg, but still Marishka kept on with her sick game. She needed this servant wench, needed this human who would be her eyes and ears in the castle, and had to make sure she became utterly devoted.
“I am going to give you great pleasure sweet one, and then you shall become close to my brother’s whore. She doesn’t belong, does she? Not a filthy Gypsy in this castle. Don’t you agree?”
The girl looked at her with huge eyes and nodded quickly, partially to placate Marishka and partially because yes indeed, she did agree that one of Alliana’s kind had no business playing Mistress, even in a hellish place such as this.
“That’s my good girl. And you shall make your way to her side? You will help your Mistress keep watch while I must be away?”
Again the girl nodded quickly, she’d agree to anything right now with those evil eyes boring into hers. They were so dark, so entrancing.
“That’s my precious. Hold still now. I won’t hurt you. Mummy is going to make you feel good.”
That said, Marishka began to kiss her way down the girl’s body, the bite she intended to inflict must remain unseen by others. Tonight, the sweet little human girl would experience the ecstasy that could be had while being taken by a creature of the night, and she would become her toy to use as Marishka saw fit.
Marishka kissed her way down to the girl’s thighs and stroked her there, making her slick with need, rubbing her nubbin, bringing her pleasure, all the while suckling on the virgin girl’s thighs. Then, when the time was right and the servant girl was on the brink of orgasm, Marishka bit deeply into the soft flesh of her leg and stroked her hard, bringing her to a powerful climax even as she drank deeply.
The girl spasmed in her arms, thrashing about on the bed as powerful sensations rushed through her body. Her head spun and her loins throbbed as her Mistress rubbed her womanhood and drank her fill, then, when it was over, she was left breathless, glassy eyed, and completely enchanted with the woman who had given her such delights.
Feeling the surge of energy the servant wench’s blood provided, Marishka drank until she felt the girl become weak in h
er arms, then lay her down gently as the last shudders of pleasure filled the girl’s body, satisfied that she had done what she’d needed to do. From now on the servant would be like a puppy at her heels, dying for just a taste of the ecstasy that she had been given that night, and would do her bidding in exchange for the physical love of her Mistress.
“Such a precious, you’ll be good for me now, won’t you girl?” The girl nodded sleepily. “That’s a sweet thing. When you rise, make your way to the Gypsy whore’s side. You must be in a place of trust so you can dispose of her when I say the time is right. I shall let you know where I am soon. Until then, be my good girl and remember the things mummy can do for you.”
Wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand, then licking the crimson streak with the tip of her tongue all the while beginning to laugh, Marishka kissed the girl quickly, thrilled with the success she had achieved. She felt strong, vibrant and full of unrequited lust, and she had a plan. The girl before her would stay within these walls as her eyes, while she freed her Andor. Her favorite toy was trapped deep in the bowels of the earth under the castle and she intended to set him free now that everyone would be focused on the Gypsy whore in Mikhal’s bed. She needed her Andor and she needed him now.
Mean naughty Lucian was busy with the Gypsy bitch, as was the ever hovering Enid, and her Mikhal was away. What better time to fetch her lover. She would get him from the dungeon and they would leave the castle until the voices told her what to do about Mikhal’s whore. The voices would come without Enid’s nasty potion, and they would tell her how to kill Mikhal’s whelping bitch so everything could be right again.
Her plan firmly in place, Marishka dressed in the sheerest of nightshifts, and then pulled on a thick brocade dressing gown. She had plans for the guard she knew was surely in place near Andor’s cell, plans that would fill him with lust and make him forget all about his loyalty to his Master.
Smiling, dark eyes round and lit with the light of insanity, Marishka left her chambers on silent feet and made her way below. Down, down, down to where no sane person went willingly. Down where the screams of the damned filled the air and the rats chewed the flesh of those unfortunate beings that found themselves imprisoned there, but none of that bothered her in the least. To Marishka it was a place of dark games; a place that reeked of pain and horror and smelled of blood. A place filled with the sights and scents of the things she loved. Her footsteps quickened as she thought of what awaited her below and she nearly skipped her way down the long flights of steps. “I’m coming Darling. I’m coming and we are going to have oh so much fun. Mummy promises.”
Chapter Twenty-nine
Marishka skipped down the last of the slimy stone steps leading in to the bowels of the dungeons as silent as a ghost. The faint glow of the guard’s torch around the next bend shone ahead, and she knew the time was drawing near for her to be reunited with her lover. She could feel his arms around her, remember the scent of his blood, and feel the pounding of his hardness inside her womb. Ooh, just, the thought of him sent shivers through her core. But first... First there was the pesky guard to deal with.
She rounded the bend unnoticed and stopped, eyes narrowed to take in the scene. She could see the man standing guard, slumped over in a chair, looking bored. He was a hulking brute with a large slopped forehead, full fat lips, and a very stupid looking face. Not very appealing at all, but Marishka knew she could put on a good show regardless. Behind him was a set of bars and from the angle her view afforded her, she could see her toy hanging by shackles in the corner, his toes just grazing the filthy straw beneath him.
Poor, poor Baby all whipped and bloody. Anger rose inside her at the image of him. Only she was allowed to torture him so, only she was allowed such fun. She always licked him clean afterwards, making it all better. This was not how it was done. Giving in to her scowl for just a moment, Marishka’s eyes flashed with rage, then she pulled herself together and affixed a smile on her face, before going forward, letting her dressing gown slip open as she did so, revealing her sheer nightshift and the luscious curves it revealed to the suddenly startled and gaping guard.
He recovered quickly, rising, remembering the fate of the Mage and the other minions who had dared to disobey Mikhal the Merciless. While it was true that the woman before him was his Mistress, his Sire in fact, she did not have command of the castle. That right belonged to her brother, Lord Arcos. He stuttered, and then managed to form words as the sultry beauty got nearer and nearer, knowing he needed to stay at arm’s length, and keep her from the cell that contained her lover.
“Mistress, I beg you to stop. You are not allowed here. Besides, it is not a place for a beauty such as you.” he knew Marishka was a vain woman, and hoped to stop her with flattery.
Marishka pouted, her hands caressing her chest, fingers skimming the low neckline of her nightshift. “You would deny me? You would dare to give me an order?”
“It is upon your brother’s orders that I must. Please Mistress.”
The minion stood tall but Marishka could see that his eyes were drawn to where her hands continued to touch the tops of her breasts. She began to unfasten her gown slowly, hips swaying, parting the filmy material to expose herself before the minion’s gaze.
He hissed in an unneeded breath at the luscious sight of his Mistress, and licked his lips, lust instantly filling him as he fought to remember his orders and the horrid demise of the Mage. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined being able to touch the dark goddess before him. His cock pulsed with need, sending a clear message to his dull brain. He wanted her.
“Mistress... I have my mission. I insist you stop at once.”
Marishka gave a shrill laugh that rang out in the caverns, the sound of it causing Andor to wake. He pulled at his shackles and called her name, but Marishka ignored him, intent on her prey. She bared her breasts completely and took the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, rolling them into hard peaks as the stunned minion watched, then made a small cut above one nipple with a razor sharp nail, so that her blood flowed down, bathing the hard nub in crimson.
The guard before her moaned at the sight, licking his lips and rubbing his crotch, and in that moment, Marishka knew she had him. “Look at me Darling, look in my eyes now like a good boy, and mummy will give you a treat.”
“I... No.” The minion shook his head, fighting hard to resist Marishka, knowing his life would be worthless if he did as she bid.
“You would deny the one who made you? If you look at me now, I promise you sweet, sweet pleasures.”
The guard met her eyes and in moments the thrall took hold. He was mesmerized by her stare, as her dark eyes gazed into his. She beckoned to him and whispered an invitation even as she toyed with her blood-covered nipple, and the minion was lost.
Gone were the thoughts of the Mage. Gone was the knowledge of impending death or torture by his Master for allowing Andor to be set free, all he knew was that his Mistress wanted him, and he wanted her. Oh, how he wanted her.
Closing the gap, the minion went to his fate as Marishka held out her arms. She pulled him to her breast with one, allowing him to suckle the blood that still flowed, then took a stake from the folds of her dressing gown with the other, and thrust upward, turning the startled vampire to dust, laughing as his remnants settled on her bare skin and the cold stone beneath her feet.
“One shouldn’t always listen to mummy.” Once again her laughter rang out and she twirled madly before scooping up the ring of keys that had clattered to the floor at the minion’s demise. She quickly went to the cell of her lover, pausing for a moment to take in the delightful sight of his naked and bloodied body hanging from the shackles, then unlocked the heavy door and went inside, rushing over, coving him with kisses, stroking him, as he whispered her name.
Andor slumped into her arms as she unlocked the iron rings that held him up, and Marishka sank slowly into the dirty straw beneath them, cradling him and offering up her wrist. He bit d
own, drinking greedily, and then looked up at her, eyes full of questions, but she put a finger to his lips.
“Not now sweet. We must go. Nasty Lucian is angry with me for hurting Mikhal’s bitch. We have to leave here and find a place to hide until the voices say we can come back. Up with you now. We have to find a place to hide and a tasty morsel to eat. The caverns will let us out. Be a good boy now, and mummy will look after you.”
Leaning heavily on Marishka, Andor walked beside his Mistress and gratefully went with her out of the cell that had been his own private hell for far too long. He knew Marishka was incapable of looking after them or keeping them safe, but once he was able to feed, he would be able to take charge and do what must be done.
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Mikhal turned his horse towards the inn as they passed through the silent village. Dawn was coming quickly, and he needed to get them safely to a room before the sun’s burning rays turned him to dust. The Gypsy girl in his arms had remained silent during their journey, never voicing an ounce of complaint, but Mikhal could feel her hatred and disdain all the same. She loathed him with every ounce of her being, and yet, as the night had wore on, the fear that had first been so very evident, had all but diminished from her soul.
Mikhal was surprised by this fact. He would have thought she’d be a frightened ninny, who would have given him much trouble, but instead she had been stoic in her approach to him, and it impressed him greatly. Granted she was weak from the loss of blood, but he felt it was more than that. Even weak, she should fear him, maybe especially so, but that wasn’t how it was.
He sensed her determination and strong will through her emotions, and in an odd sense it pleased him. Mikhal had mulled over the sensations as they rode, pondering her silence and her hatred, and decided that this Natalya was cut from the same cloth as his Alliana, and while that could mean trouble and frustration, at the moment, he preferred her to some sniveling idiot. No wonder the two were friends.
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