Forbidden Fables, page 30
I awoke in the middle of the night, starved and sated by sex. Domenico and I had spent days in bed, and he’d missed two church services, much to his brethren’s irritation.
To say I was unwelcome was an understatement. Servant’s watched me from the corner of their eyes, and the men of the church watched me closely as I passed by.
I didn’t care; they were jealous, miserable pests.
With a sheet wrapped around me, I descended the stairs to the kitchens, shadows casted by the still flickering candles above me. I felt oddly at ease here, but it was because of the damp loneliness…the morose setting. My hallowed heart was put at ease by the stone and moss that climbed the outside walls.
Soft voices stopped me in my movement across the floor, and I gripped the doorframe, listening.
“Do you love her?”
It was a gentle female voice, lilting and youthful.
“Love? Love is saved for children and mothers. I don’t know if I am able to love in that way. At times, yes, I think I might be.”
That was Domenico’s hard voice, and a bolt of jealousy hit the back of my neck, edging me closer. I was able to see the pair’s profiles by angling my back against the opposite side of the doorway.
The girl was blonde, ringlets of hair brushing her shoulders. She was far too young to be his lover, I thought. But what did I know about vampires? Nothing really, nothing apart from what Domenico had shown me.
“You look tired, father.”
They sat closely together at a small table, knees touching. When she ran the back of her hand down his face, he grabbed it, kissing it softly.
I pulled back from the scene I watched, biting my lip and closing my eyes. My chest felt heavy, like a stone was placed at the center.
Father? As in priest? Or was this another secret?
Anger bubbled inside me, and for the first time, I felt hot tears sting my cheeks.
Do I show myself? Do I make a scene and demand the truth?
Or, should I slink away in defeat, acting as if I never saw a thing?
Even as I thought it, I knew that was not the answer.
I stepped into the moonlight cast across the floor from the large window behind them. It highlighted their silhouette’s, and as I stood before them, both of their heads swiveled to me in shock.
I did not speak at first, I just moved to the stove, lighting the burner with a long match that sat beside it.
“My love, you’re awake.”
I continued to act as if I didn’t care about their presence, but the gnawing need to know the truth swallowed me whole.
“Who is she?”
Domenico looked behind me, to the girl, and as she stood, I could see her parted mouth, her pointed fangs.
“This is Melody.”
At first, he hesitated, and I held her gaze, my shoulders back. I wasn’t afraid, and I wanted that to be perfectly clear to her.
“Melody, a pleasure.”
I held out my hand to her, and she rushed over, taking it and placing a kiss on the back of it.
Clearly, she meant no disrespect, but if she was a child of Domenico then I had every right to know.
It felt uncomfortable, the three of us standing in the middle of a silent kitchen where only servants and chefs were allowed.
It was a comical picture.
“I’ve heard so much about you, you are beautiful.”
I smiled at this, and a small cloud of sympathy floated through my mind. I was being ridiculous, but I wanted to push further, find out what her intentions were. What was her place here?
“Thank you, oddly, I haven’t heard a word of you.”
I looked at Domenico, and he smiled, that smile that made my knees weaken. Hot lava pooling at my center, and every nerve ending screamed to be touched. I reached out my hand and mimicked her action from earlier. I stroked his face, and he pulled me to him, roughly.
“I was going to tell you, but when was there a right time?”
He kissed me then, lapping away any doubts I had, and as our tongues collided, and the love within me began to bloom again, I realized this was the first time I’d felt this strange feeling of love and fear at the same time.
Jealousy.
Chapter 11
Domenico
THE PAST
“The king will be here shortly, and I would love for you to meet His Highness. After all, he oversees all the churches, and respect must be paid.”
Lilith looked bored, as she lounged on the chaise in front of the largest fireplace in the castle. She wore a belted black dress, made from a rare, salmon colored snakeskin that was found in the gardens. She snacked on grapes and cheese, her cheeks flushed pink.
“He sounds like a snooze. Why don’t you just come fuck me instead? You can come on my neck, decorate my collar with a pretty pearl necklace?” She laughed, filling the high ceilings with an echo that dominated the room.
“Love, we have all night to do that. I have a special surprise for you later, if you’re good.”
“Good? Do you know me at all?”
I worried my lip, wondering if it would be a bad idea to introduce her to the King. He had been none the wiser of what we were—he praised my dedication and discipline each time he visited, and I didn’t want Lilith’s candor to prevent that. I knew she would bow to no one unless she was on her knees with a cock in her mouth.
I walked to her side, holding out my hand. She took it, but not before rolling her eyes. The tight belt made her waist look small, but the flair of her hips made my cock twitch, and before I could talk myself out of it, I found the slit of her dress with my hand and let my fingers slide inside. Pushing her up against the window, I found her slit bare, wet with desire for me already. “Dom…you beast.”
I smiled, pushing inside of her eagerly with two fingers, then three. She gasped, biting her lip and locking eyes with mine. I wanted to pound into her, fast and hard, until my release was filling her up. I pulled my cock free, hard as stone, moisture on the tip, leaking just for her. She spread her legs wide, curling her tongue out of her mouth. I withdrew my fingers, and they were covered in her blood, I shuddered and swallowed hard. It was no wonder I couldn’t resist her; arousal and blood mixed sent me into a heightened state of lust. I couldn’t hold back any longer, grabbing her ass cheeks in two hands and lining myself up with her entrance—hot and waiting for me to stretch her, calming the ache inside.
“Please,” she whispered, kissing my neck in fevered nips and licks.
I sink inside, just the swollen head at first, but I’m panting now, her cunt squeezing me with need, pulling me in on its own. I thrust up with one pivot of my hips, and I am sheathed; an embrace that only her warm cunt could give me.
Our sex is hard and fast, pumping into her with a ferocity that had both of our bodies arched toward one another, her head bouncing against the painstakingly stained glass.
“You want that pearl necklace, my Goddess?”
She nodded; mouth parted in pleasure.
I pulled out so fast that it was a blur, and she was on her knees in an instant, waiting to take it.
“I need it…”
I jerked my cock fast and hard, the cum spurting in white droplets all over her chest, decorating it so perfectly.
“My dirty little snake. You love the way my cum feels on your skin, don’t you?”
I finished icing her chest, hand braced above her head, looking down over her on her knees. I nearly fell to my own knees, to lick it off, but I decided to leave it there, for the King to see.
“Ahem…sir.”
I still, tucking myself back into my slacks, helping Lilith up from the floor.
“What? Can it not wait?”
“He has arrived…he waits.”
I cursed under my breath, but decided it’s what’s right.
“I’m not done with you yet…later…”
She pouted her bottom lip but stroked my arm gently.
I licked my fingers clean of her blood and cum, smiling down over her as I turned to the entryway.
Taking her hand, I led her to the doors of the receiving room, silently praying she would not make a mockery of the most important man in the country.
Lilith
I was disappointed that I didn’t get my release.
The throb between my legs was palpable, and I resisted the urge to demand Domenico to fuck me until I was satisfied.
His seed still decorated my delicate collarbone, and I decided I would let the droplets remain, even as I felt them slowly making their descent down my chest. The wet feeling made my nipples pebble under my custom dress, and I smiled.
I stood beside Domenico, waiting for the King’s entrance, sliding my gaze over each religious statue that made me nauseous at the sight.
Oh well, I could live with them knowing I’d been spoiled by the money of the church that supported the very God that cast me aside.
Ironic.
“Domenico, good man! How are you?”
The king was older than dirt, with a pot belly and grey hair in ringlets beneath his crown.
I crossed both my arms over my chest, my chin raised slightly.
The king was my height, and I feigned a small smile as his eyes slid up and down my frame. “Well, well. Have you taken a mistress and not told me? You sly dog…”
I cringed under his words, slanting my eyes toward Domenico as he cleared his throat. He knew I would not tolerate backhanded insults or compliments.
“Not I, your highness. This is Lilith, a traveler on a journey to Greece. She is only staying for a brief rest.”
A brief rest?
It takes all but every effort inside my powerful body not to storm from the room at that moment. Instead, I tilted my head slightly, eyeing Domenico. “Oh, but that’s not what you said last night.”
There was venom in my words, and Domenico shifted on his feet nervously.
I love making him nervous, he would pay for that comment later.
“Well, what are you waiting for m’dear? Bow to your king.”
My king?
I almost laughed out loud. He did not ask from where I came, or who I belonged to. He only cared if I had lay below his Deacon.
“Bow? To you? I bow to no one.”
His face turned a bright shade of red, and Domenico stepped in between us with one broad step. “You must excuse her, she is weary and tired. Why don’t you get back to your quarters, Lilith.”
I was a Goddess; I wouldn’t be spoken to by a man this way. I wouldn’t let him take a royal piss anywhere near me.
In one swift motion, I used my power to snatch him by the meaty throat, my teeth bared. “Would you rather eat my pussy? Would that be enough?”
Slamming him to the ground as if he was nothing more than a sack of potatoes, I placed my naked foot over his throat, looking down over his now stunned face. I sneered, locking eyes with his.
The red faded, his pupils dilating into huge discs of black, as his mouth went slack. He nodded, in a daze.
Domenico remained behind me, but I could feel his senses on edge, waiting to defend me in a moment if needed.
Good vampy.
“That’s what I thought,” I purred, lifting my dress up, just enough to draw his gaze to my well of power.
“Lilith.”
Domenico’s clipped voice took me out of my own tantric spell, and I looked over my shoulder, growling.
I stepped back, ignoring every urge I had to kill him right here.
Perhaps I should be thankful that Domenico intervened—the king had every right to request my head at such an insult.
And as a Goddess, I had every right to do the same.
Chapter 12
Domenico
THE PAST
Later that night, I held the insolent man who’d called Lilith a whore by his throat. A gift for my Goddess.
He hung limply from my hand, my fist wrapped tightly as his eyes bulged, pushed up against the wall of our bedroom. Lilith purred behind me, pleased with our captive toy for the night.
“You…traitor…bastard…all for a woman.”
“Shh, shh. No need to make this any harder than it already is. You have insulted her beyond repair. Be a man and face your fate with bravery. God would want it that way,” I sneered, baring my fangs.
Lilith clapped her hands behind me with excitement. “You thought you could get away with calling me a whore? How foolish of you.”
She circled behind me until she stood by my side, watching his terrified face fixed on my mouth.
In a blur, I lifted him off the ground, bounding wall-to-wall until he was slung over the large, crystal chandelier in the middle of the room. Face down, he gripped the chains of the suspended light in terror, as he stared down over a now naked Lilith.
“Are you ready to play with our toy, my Goddess?”
Her nude body set me aflame, the warm feeling I hadn’t experienced since I was mortal. She was the lifeblood I craved, and there was nothing that could come between what we shared.
She nodded, moving beside me and stroking my chest. She looked up at me from under her lashes, and grinned. “Kill him.”
At her command, lightning fast, I grabbed the sharp, silver dagger from our bedside, slashing his belly down the middle.
I rejoined her below him, and as a shower of red, sticky blood and intestines fell around us, I kissed her deeply. The blood coated our bodies in a dark red sheen as our tongues tangled and she shivered. We collapsed together to the floor, laughing, touching, and nipping. I kissed down her neck to her pebbled nipple, bringing it into my mouth, sucking gently as she gasped. It was magnificent, the glimmer in her eyes as we slipped over each other’s skin, grinding with urgency for contact.
I licked the blood from her skin, a heady mixture of fear and lust intertwined. “Take me…take me now…”
My cock had never been harder, steel against her thigh, as I found her center. She straddled my hips, and I dug my fingers into hers, piercing her on my length. I pushed home until I was fully sheathed, Lilith shouting my name, completely at my mercy. I wanted more, I wanted forever, I wanted to be greedy with her body night after night. I made a silent vow to keep her, no matter what it took.
“Ride me, my love. Make me come so hard that I forget where we are.”
She rolled her hips slowly at first, but the need inside her outweighed any calculation in her movements. She bucked fast, pulling at my hair, forcing my head back. My mouth opened, eyes wide so I could watch her take what she needed. Her hair was matted, sticky with red, drops of blood raining down over us in small trickles now. She licked at the corner of her mouth, running her finger over one of my fangs.
“My love.”
“For eternity.”
She had been distant with me since the night of the bloody chandelier. I knew she was curious and restless, but I did keep trying to win her heart each day.
I gifted her the best wines and innocent blood when she was feeling overly cynical and dark. I allowed her to drink my blood, which only seemed to make her colder. Locked deep inside her own mind of travesties. I would always question why.
The service I was to lead tonight focused on faith. Faith that the Father would lead us all to redemption, safety, and security. He always provided, and it was up to us to give him our blind faith in that.
I myself began to lose faith that Lilith would remain here, because nothing lasted forever. One fact remained, I needed to stay here in this until it no longer stood or served no larger purpose.
I walked with my hands tucked behind my back, nodding to the men that passed by me, down the winding corridor to the church doors.
Most of my followers were men, and it was best that way. Women needn’t worry about God, faith, and politics. Those things were better left to the levelheaded patriarchs that attended my services. At the same time, women tended to be a distraction, and I needed my flock to focus only on the Father.
I stepped up to the pulpit, admiring the empty pews that would soon be filled with my followers.
I may be filled with darkness and sin, but at the very least, I kept my grandfather’s legacy alive.
I held my hands out as I spoke, dozens of eyes focused on my words, my teachings. It was just before sunrise, I held mass very early, so I may sleep after. No vampire would dare be caught in sunlight; the irreversible damage of death.
I kept my homily short today; Lilith was returning from her trip to Greece. She had quickly made her way through my library, reading myths and legends that she couldn’t get enough of. I spared no expense to get her to the coast, she deserved the world and I intended to give that to her. Some legacies afforded a lavish life and constant donations flooded my walls. Money was never a problem in the DeLesepps family.
I shook hands with a few of the men who regularly visited me for confessions, and as the last few men trickled out, the door remained open, with a timid Lilith peeking around at me through the frame.
She slithered her way inside before the door closed. “The sun will be up soon, we should get back to our room, my love.”
I knew something was amiss, but I couldn’t quite read her. She laced her fingers through mine, and I pulled her violently to my chest, cradling the back of her head with my hand. I gently tugged on her hair, yanking her head back to look up at me.
“What is it?”
She pushed herself away, hips swaying as she walked to one of the pews and sat. I followed her, feeling a rage begin to rise in my chest.
There were times I was unable to control the animalistic urges that lived inside of me. I hoped this wouldn’t serve as one of those instances.
She looked down over her abdomen, ever so slightly rounded, then back to me.
“A baby?” I asked, surprised by the softness in my own voice.
She nodded, not looking at me, but at the old wood floors.
“I didn’t think this could be…after what happened. But I’m no mother, Dom…I cannot…” She rubbed her belly absentmindedly, and I could see the torment on her face. She was conflicted, but I knew all of her dark desires and no matter how hard I tried, I could not picture her mothering anyone, it was not her journey. This was, I was.
