Forbidden Fables, page 29
The curiosity of a young boy was the only thing I could blame for how I knew of these secret walkways. If I hadn’t followed my older brother, I would’ve been none the wiser.
It is pitch black, but my senses guided me to the spot I would certainly be spending the most time observing. I passed by small holes and streams of light but didn’t stop until I reached a small alcove with a bench pressed up against a large slit in the wall.
A view into Charles’ quarters.
It wasn’t that I didn’t trust him, I trusted him enough to take my cock into his mouth when he needed to be punished. I trusted him with the truth of what I really was. But this girl, Charity, was a mouse at best and not what Charles should hold as a prize in this lifetime. She was nothing, miniscule, and possibly not very intelligent. After all, she was from a town so small that most men undoubtedly equally preferred the pigs to the women.
I sneered to myself at the dark jest, but I knew how common it was for a man to fuck livestock. The truth was the truth.
He would grow bored of her soon enough, and once the curse was broken, my Melody would return to me as normal. She would provide a perfect distraction from the boring, mousy girl. That was my plan all along.
I needed to return to the oubliette and check on our guest soon, but for now, I wanted the comfort of watching without being seen.
The witch put up such a fight that I had to tuck her far away from the church, I didn’t need her scaring off the clergy and the patrons.
I kneeled at the bench, pressing one eye into the lit crack. A ripple of pleasure rolled through me, as I focused my eyes on Charles’ golden hair and tall frame. He comforted the girl, and her face was red and puffy from crying so much.
The scene before me reminded me of the night I found Melody, crouching in a corner of the great room, shaking and feeble.
“What is it, child? Why do you cry?” she sniffled, looking up at me in terror…
“I…I know what you are. My parents have told me, and they paid with their lives. Those men…men in the black coats and top hats…I watched them be-head them both…just before they reached the tree line,” she let out another jagged sob, burying her head in between her drawn up knees.
If anyone found the truth, it was instant death, no compromise ever. She couldn’t have been older than seventeen, and I had never killed a child before.
I knelt beside her, stroking her blonde hair back from her wet face. “Well, then this will be our little secret. What is your name, fair one?”
“Melody.”
“You are my family now, Melody. Come with me…I will keep you safe.”
Reluctantly, she rose, following me to the hidden passages behind the walls. Her eyes were wide with curiosity, and pride bubbled up, as I readied myself for The Change. I had once been afraid of being blood-bound to another, responsible for their life. But this was the only way, her immortality was the only guarantee she would have to live on.
I’d never turned anyone before—once someone was blood-bound, they could never leave your side. It was a commitment, a sacred oath between two vampires. I would care for her for years to come, as my own, protecting her from the men who had killed her parents. She was mine, and I was hers.
Charles’ bed was at the opposite end of the room, and I watched as he gently sat the girl down, his toned arm wrapping protectively around her shoulders.
I was shocked when he placed a gentle kiss on her neck, and she swallowed heavily, turning to him with a look of curiosity in her eyes. I knew that look, and my cock hardened against my thigh beneath my grey slacks. I brushed over it carefully with the backs of my fingers, the urge to fist it, overwhelming. I may not resist the urge altogether, but I did fight it down as much as I could until the feeling broke me. It was then that I allowed my devil out to play.
When I focused again, they kissed ferociously, and the mousy-girl gripped his hand and held it to her neck as they lay back.
I watched as Charles fumbled with the buttons on her dress, but I could see his hard length pressed against his pants in fury. He wanted a release so badly that he forgot he was there with a virile woman, a woman who clearly needed direction. I laughed to myself, but the joy I felt was that of my fondness for Charles and all that he was. Naïve, inexperienced…tender.
I let my hand wander to the stiffness that rested against my thigh, my arousal a heavy burden, constantly needing to find ways to hide it.
I freed myself from the constraints of my breeches, my cock popping out like a beast, as I wrapped my fingers around it in relief. I admired it for a moment, thick and veined even now. Stroking it painfully slow, I continued to watch the couple grind and moan on the bed. I gave two, hard, long strokes down my cock and allowed myself a small groan in sync with theirs, imagining I was there with them, showing Charles exactly what he needed to do to make sure she came.
I bit my lip and cursed, I couldn’t do this, not now. I had a church service to lead tonight, and then there was also the matter of Freyja in the Oubliette.
Damn you Lilith, Damn you for taking my love and smashing it to pieces.
I furrowed my brow and wished for a moment that I had never let her go, that I never let her leave.
Chapter 9
Charles
It wasn’t long before Charity returned to the room, mostly out of fear. And I finally got my wish and gave her a thorough fucking after I’d dried her tears. Although, I know I’d not satisfied her in the way Freyja did—she didn’t squirt with me.
I’d fucked her with me on top and one leg up. Then, I’d turned her over and fucked her the way I did back in Freyja’s cabin. She’d cried out a little, but not the way she’d cried out with Freyja.
I’d come too quickly, pulling out and jacking myself off on her ass, then collapsing. I’d noted her silence but was too glazed by my own euphoria to say anything about it.
Was this something she could always do each time she came? Was it only something she could do with another woman? In a certain position? I thought about it long enough for the fire to go out and for Charity’s soft snores to interrupt my questions.
I folded my body around her smaller frame, and I felt thankful for everything I had, for the first time ever.
Should I be afraid that I was amongst vampires? Should I forget about Freyja and her fate and just get Charity away from here?
I didn’t feel threatened by Domenico, and I sure as hell was happy to be away from the wolf-man back in Wales. The size of that beast was enough to make any man tremble, and I certainly did not want to stick around and find out if they liked the taste of men. I was most certain they did.
I would keep a close eye on Charity, and slowly introduce her to all the wonderful things this castle had to offer.
She’d miss her family for a little while, but I was sure she would forget about them once we found Freyja and made sure she was safe. I knew she had developed a bond with her, but was it authentic? Or was it only magic? I believed the latter, and I knew Freyja would not be happy with me. After all, I’d led her straight to Domenico, and now who knows where she was kept after that hideous cage. I made a silent prayer to God that Freyja was safe and unharmed, for Charity’s sake. Surely if I asked Domenico where she was and if we could see her, he would allow us to.
I held onto that hope while I felt Charity’s back rise and fall into my chest. I smiled to myself, sated and sleepy.
Tomorrow, I’d take her to the kitchens and feed her fresh baked muffins with strawberries. That would cheer her up.
I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat.
Dante’s words stung the insides of my ears, and I couldn’t forget them, no matter how much I tried.
“When you find her, you mustn’t fuck her. That is how she will control you…she will own you.”
How could Dante have possibly known that? Why didn’t he just hand her over to Domenico himself?
I had to fight every urge seated so deeply inside of me, and I had failed. I had given in to my urges, had them both, and still managed to bring her to Domenico. I’d done it, so why did his words fill my head until I couldn’t sleep at night?
I stood from the bed, careful not to wake Charity. I would find him, and I’d question him myself.
I knew exactly where he would be, and my feet carried me through the familiar halls until I was downstairs, facing the tall door of the apothecary.
I knocked twice, gently, and then once loudly. He would know it was me.
The door opened with a creak, and Dante’s beady eyes found mine, “Charles, come in. Hurry.”
“Were you expecting me?” I asked, confused at his eagerness to see me inside.
“I was not, but I had a feeling you would come asking me questions soon enough. Come, I want to show you something.”
The moon was high in the sky, and the light filtering in through the tall, oval shaped window to the left of the potion room. I ‘d never been allowed inside before, but Dante ushered me to the sill, lined with deep red tinctures of blood all standing up.
“Behold…the blood of Lilith.”
Lilith? Was I to know this name?
His grin was crooked, goofy even. I tried not to laugh, but instead crooked an eyebrow in his direction. “Ok, and?”
“I have collected and studied it for a hundred years. I’ve compared it to others' blood, I’ve mixed it with herbs…blended it…shaken it. It’s the most powerful blood I’ve tasted to date.”
I can see his small fangs now, and for a moment, I wonder if he’s brought me in here to take my blood. I swallowed.
“I’m not sure I follow.”
He took a vile, uncorking it and tossing it back like a shot of brandy. I grimaced, trying not to imagine how terrible it tasted.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his clawed hand. “The day I fed from her—the first time—I was sick, questioning my life and the never-ending duty of being immortal.”
I took a vile of the syrupy tincture, turning it on its side and noticing it shimmer, like small particles of sunshine shimmering off a lake.
I pondered for a moment on what it would be like to be immortal. The fear of ever having to worry about death sounded pretty great to me.
“I dragged myself into the courtyard, ready to meet my death at the sun's arrival—only I didn’t burst into flames! I walked right into the sunlight unharmed!”
I blinked a few times, registering what he said. It could only mean that the façade of being human could be proven with this new information. No one would ever be able to accuse them of being undead—not when they could walk in the sunlight just like the rest of us.
My eyes widened in realization, and I watched Dante dance around the room, his black cloak floating behind him like a ball gown.
“And why are you telling me?”
He grabbed the vile from my hand, placing it back in its holder on the windowsill.
“Because you brought me more of this blood. The blood of Freyja. Well done, boy.”
“Why Freyja?” I asked, stepping back out of the way as he continued his independent celebration.
“She is Lilith’s kin, my boy! I was never able to capture her, not like you! You deserve thanks, but you cannot share with Domenico what I have shared with you.”
A faded memory of one night in the great room, Domenico seated on the floor with his head in his hands, comes to me. The tapestry that hung before him was that of a naked woman, with long hair, standing beside a large tree. I immediately noticed the snake near her ear, and with a frightened urgency, asked him what story the tapestry told. Lilith, was the only word he spoke, never raising his head to meet my eyes.
“Who is Lilith?”
Dante sat, seemingly out of breath, but how could he be when he too was an immortal.
“It is said that she is a demi-Goddess, sent here from the Underworld. Her and Domenico were in love once.”
The sentence shot me through my chest, and I found myself looking around for a seat.
Domenico had been in love? Was Melody their child?
This would explain Domenico’s stoic, quiet demeanor. Why he only wanted to do those naughty things with me in private. I had always assumed it was because we were both males, but if he had loved another, perhaps he felt shame in his feelings for me.
Was this jealousy I felt? Would she return someday and reclaim him as her own?
“Did you love her?”
Silence, but then he nodded slowly.
“I should go…it’s late.”
Chapter 10
Lilith
THE PAST
“Why would you worship God when you can just worship me, my love?”
I stroked Domenico’s bare chest with my index finger and looked up at him with the most angelic look I could muster in the sunlight.
He smiled. “I do worship you, Dark Mother.”
His fingertip skittered up and down my back, sending tingles down my thighs to the tips of my toes. Electricity, something I’d never felt before. I craved it, and I looked forward to the times he would worship my body with more.
“I worshipped every inch of your body last night, and I ate your pussy like it was divine desert.”
I shivered at the memory. “Do it again.”
He was handsome when he smiled, one small dimple on his left cheek. His stubble was black and gray, and I loved the feeling of it on my thighs as he licked and nibbled me.
Domenico disappeared below the covers, kissing down my body until my back bowed, and I sighed. “You better make it quick, I don’t know how long the side effects from my blood will last.”
I squealed as he spread me wide, one rough hand on my thigh, the other on my lips. Nudging one finger inside me, then two, until I’m hissing his name and bucking my hips. He steadied me with the hand that was on my thigh, now gripping my hip. The flat of his tongue glides over my clit, and I am molten lava again, lighting up my core. The pressure building behind my needy cunt, as he sucked me off, working my insides at the same time, bumping that tight spot that ached to be stroked.
“Like heaven. You taste like fucking heaven.”
The pulse behind my clit spread deep into my hips, and the bubble growing inside me burst, and I came in waves over his fingers. I didn’t ever want this feeling to stop, I wanted to fuck all day, every day. Wrapped in a cocoon of pleasure and euphoria created by our two bodies.
A loud knock on the door jolted me from my sexual haze. Domenico lifted his head from the blanket. “I’m getting ready. I’ll be there soon.”
“It’s me. I need to speak to you,” Dante said from the other side of the door.
I wrapped the sheet around myself, moving to the edge of the bed to grab my robes. Domenico’s hand blocked me, and he smiled as he pushed me back down to sit. A thrill ran through me, maybe he would invite his brother into bed with us and allow me to fuck them together. Or maybe he just wanted to watch me fuck his brother…the possibilities were endless. I raised an eyebrow at him.
“Stay, just like that. Let the sheet fall below your breasts. They are so beautiful; I want him to see.”
I did as I’m told, the wetness still between my thighs, a mixture of Domenico’s spit and my arousal. My nipples tightened at the thought.
Domenico opened the door, and Dante stood in the doorframe, frozen, as I was revealed to him behind the swing of the door.
“I…um…I have news for you, Dom.”
I could see the pleasure Dom received from this all over his face. The smugness never left, and he looked back toward me as if he wanted me to do something.
If he wanted a show…I would give him a show.
I rose from the sheets, completely nude and on display for Dante to see. His jaw nearly hits the floor, his cheeks flushed under his dark beard. The robes he wore were black, so I couldn’t tell if I had an arousing effect on him. I reached down to my breast, pushing my long hair back over my shoulder, so he could see the rosy peak as I pinched it.
Breast still in hand, I moved to the edge of the bed, straightening my leg and stepping onto the floor. One step, two steps and by three, I am nearly toe to toe with him.
He swallowed hard, his chest rising and falling quickly, and that’s when I saw his pulse beating. He was aroused, or maybe he was just scared. Those emotions invoked the same feeling. I stood on my tip toes, reaching his ear. “Have you ever tasted a woman’s pussy?”
I leaned back, and he was silent, still, but shook his head slowly. Reaching down between my legs, I gathered the wetness on my fingertips and brought it to his mouth. He opened, tongue wagging. I giggled, wiping the wetness on his tongue, and his eyes rolled back.
He hit the ground rather softly. Domenico was not the least concerned, only amused.
“You made the poor bastard faint!” He laughed, kicking at his brother’s unmoving foot.
I covered my mouth demurely with the same hand I assaulted Dante’s mouth with. Domenico pulled me into his chest, squeezing me tightly and sucking the fingers I’d feigned remorse with. I groaned as he bit me, the warmth trickling down to my collarbone as he licked at each drop, sending my body into shivers. He was inside me in an instant, and I rode him with fury as I watched his brother pretend to be asleep on the floor beside us.
My body was no longer my own; we were one. My orgasms belonged to Domenico now, and the bloodlust we shared only solidified our bond. I smiled to myself, becoming lost under his fevered kisses, until I heard someone whisper, “Whore, witch.”
Pierre, Dante’s right-hand man, watched us move together but not before sweeping a heavy glare over the length of my body.
Domenico’s head snapped toward the insult, hissing at the man in the shadowed doorway. His black, hooded cloak floating behind him as he disappeared.
“How dare he? I want him dead, Domenico,” I whispered.
“And you shall have it, my love.”
