Forbidden Fables, page 33
Something gnawed at me, the saying ‘an eye for an eye.’
I knew Lilith, and I knew the kind of vengeance she would seek over someone who wronged her. She would want to even the score, she wouldn’t rest until her revenge was exacted. Which only meant that Melody would never be safe until I extinguished the monster that was Lilith.
Chapter 19
Lilith
THE PAST
Iwould curse them all.
Domenico and Dante…the entire Delesepps family would feel my wrath in one way or another.
I would not let them swear themselves to me, only to betray me the moment my back was turned. There was no strength in that, there was no loyalty either.
They played God and took Annabel’s fate into their own hands. It was not right, it was not ‘Godlike.’
But then what did I know about God? I only knew I would never be repressed and controlled by someone who demanded my submission. Submission was not in my vocabulary; it was not something that naturally came to me.
Why did we need to prove our fealty by succumbing to someone else's rules?
Believe in me, or else.
I have whispered into the girl’s ear, each night. I’m still unsure if she believes that I was her inner voice or not, but I cannot show myself to her unless I was summoned.
Whatever the answer may be, I would only speak my truth, and that I would do through the line I had created. If I was not careful, then she too would be burned, and I would never let that mistake be repeated.
I would burn them all to the ground before I ever watched another day filled with flames of my blood and bone. Never again.
I watched the girl grow from lanky arms and legs to a beautiful, curvaceous young woman who could weaken any man or woman’s knees.
I knew exactly what lingered in these Welsh woods, and I knew that there were more monsters among us than only vampires. There was a collection of beasts that would defy any human man that dared try. And When I finally fell upon a Viking who was cast aside; I knew then, he would be her savior.
I could whisper into the ear of anyone I desired, control was one thing, and free will was another. It didn’t take much to rouse his lonely heart into a fever. A fever that would burn until he saw her.
It began with dreams, but then I turned into a desire that brought him straight to her.
Once I knew their fates were sealed, I was able to move on to the largest dragon that would need slaying.
The men in the black coats did this to her, and there was only one powerful man who could have been behind it.
Domenico.
I would not rest until I had his blood-bound, Melody, the one he always told me never to fret over. I would have her, by spell, by curses that would entwine her in a sleep that would keep her from him forever.
This would be simple, especially after all I had been through. I was stronger now, and I would face him with weapons of rage.
I just needed to find him first, which would be an easy feat.
He would be inside the walls of Castle Delessepps.
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When I saw him again, it was much like a bolt of lightning through my chest. I do not believe it is love, no, it was more like bloodlust. Memories soak me, and I was nostalgic for the depravity we committed together. The blood, the sex, the power.
I wanted to ravage him and kill him, all at the same time.
Perhaps I will fuck him before I curse him.
I toy with this inside my mind, but I cannot think past setting my plan into motion as soon as possible.
An eye for an eye.
“How could you?”
He was silent, and I stalked towards him, night sky be damned. He was sitting in the same place as the day that we first met. Concealed in the shadows of the age-old castle. It seemed to be where he felt like he needed to be, a place familiar and close.
It was where he first laid eyes on me.
“Lilith…”
His voice was scared, and it brought me great pleasure to think that The Red King could be frightened of me. I liked that, quite a lot.
He was no more aged than when I left him last, which also sent a sharp pain through my chest.
“Where is she?”
“Please, Lilith, this was not supposed to be this way—”
“Where is SHE?!”
I tore past him, with him barely able to keep up with me. I craved blood, I could smell it. I knew that she would never bleed for me, so instead, I would put her to sleep.
I found her, after three turns in the dark corridors, exactly where I knew he would be hiding her.
Her face was lovely, youthful, the mask of vampirism forever keeping an imprint of her youth. I was not jealous; I was filled with fury.
“You will sleep now, little dove, you will sleep until a submissive man kisses you.”
I placed a fingertip between her eyes, aggressively so that she fell backwards, eyes rolling back into her head.
“Damn you, Lilith. It wasn’t enough that you betrayed me, left me? Now you take another that I cared for? Will you stop at nothing to feed your bloodlust?”
I laughed, he was one to speak of blood lust—his stronger than my own, I knew.
“Shall we fuck one last time, Dom? Taste my blood one last time?” I ground out the words, holding back a sob that stabbed the back of my throat. No, he wouldn’t have my sobs.
It was done, and I laughed to myself, wishing that I had taken Domenico unwillingly before I had done so. It was too late now, and I could hear him hissing behind me. Only I am stronger, and I jump up and away from his grasp and into the sky.
My body trembled in victory, and as I viewed the castle below me, I imagined nothing but pain and loneliness for all that inhabit those vapid, restless walls within.
Chapter 20
Charles
1730 FRANCE
The question of the evening was simple: Was I willing to do anything it took to ensure that Charity got what she wanted? Or was that just too much of a high price to pay after all this time?
I loved her, yes, but my loyalty was undeniably linked to Domenico. I wanted him, my body already deceiving me as I headed back to the room that I shared with Charity.
No, I would not let Domenico worm his way into my mind the way he always did. I would simply manipulate him.
Even as I thought it, I doubted myself.
She still slept, although it was early in the evening now, well after dinner time but not quite time to turn in.
Uncertainty floated through my mind, wondering if I would ever really be enough for her. I had brought sweet cakes and fruit back with me, her favorite, hoping it would lift her mood.
The bed was unmade, and Charity’s hair was matted, her eyes puffy from all the lost sleep.
“How can you just relax and eat and sleep like we don’t know there’s a monster within these walls, posing as a priest!?”
I sat down the tray of food and drink beside her on the bed and closed my eyes as I took in a deep breath. My patience was growing thin with her, but I was trying to understand how she felt. Did I already know, on some level, that he was a monster? I knew that a Deacon took oaths, giving their lives to God and only God. However, the things we did in the dark, the acts we had committed were ultimately a sin. And I continued to sin while I was away with Freyja and Charity.
Was it easier to just deny it was happening at all, while still living a life of purity on the surface? Or would a truly holy man simply deny himself of his desires for the sake of God's rewards?
I knew the answer, but I wasn’t ready to face it yet. Not until I knew how to make my Charity happy.
“It isn’t that simple, love. We all do things that we regret, I would say you did things with Freyja that were sinful—are you a monster?”
She looked at me, incredulous and with judgement. “How dare you call me a monster!”
She began to sob again, and I was beginning to think it would just be easier to put her in a carriage in the middle of the night and send her home. It could be done, I had just as much power over the servants as Domenico did.
I shook the thought from my mind, although that little voice was slowly getting louder as my cock was effectively neglected each day that passed.
I sat beside her and pulled her into my arms, something that I seemed to be doing more than a few times a day lately.
I stroked her hair back. “You should have a bath, would that make you feel better?”
She sniffled, unable to push away the one and only person she trusted here.
I bounced down the hidden stairway behind our bedroom, straight to the servant’s quarters and kitchens. It came in handy knowing my way around here, I knew every secret corner and hidden room. I was a curious and easily bored teen back then, probably why I had been in countless bad situations.
Self-sabotage at its finest.
After I was able to summon steamed water and soap from a young and timid girl named Tara, I jogged back to our room with a fresh towel that smelled of lavender. This would please her as well, I knew it would.
I pulled Charity over to the clawed foot tub that sat in front of the fireplace that stood taller than I did.
Her cheeks were stained with tears, her bottom lip in a pout.
I grinned, wanting desperately to kiss her, from the tips of her breasts to the velvet seam between her thighs.
My cock was already throbbing, and I adjusted myself before I began to undress her.
She closed her eyes as I unlaced her corset, dropping it to the floor, and just as I slipped the light chiffon over her shoulders, Tara entered with the buckets of steaming water.
She curtsied to me, eyes downcast, filling the basin before exiting the room.
She knew exactly what was about to happen, and that sent an excited shiver down my spine and straight to my sack.
Charity’s long legs stretched over the side of the tub, and I watched her round buttocks descend beneath the simmering mirror. Her eyes were closed, and I knelt beside her, placing a gentle kiss on her temple. I ran a hand down her arm, and she shivered, the tips of her breasts peeking out from the surface of the water, into tight furls of pink beads.
I bit my lips, leaning in to kiss her collarbone, and then taking one of those furls into my mouth. She moaned, arching her back, but she didn’t open her eyes.
“Is this okay?” I asked, sinking my hand beneath the water. She nodded ever so slightly, and I trailed my fingers down her belly and stroked the apex of her thighs.
I kissed the bottom of her lip, but she didn’t take the opportunity to return, but allowed her leg’s to part ever so slightly.
I found the sensitive bud behind her folds, and she hissed as I ran the tip of my finger over it.
“And this, is this, okay?”
She was silent, and an uneasy feeling gnawed at the bottom of my stomach, like something wasn’t quite right.
It felt as though I was being judged, watched. Not the way it felt when Charity, Freyja and I were together. Something uninvited.
He was watching us.
I pivoted around to look at the painting to our left. I knew every vantage point he had here, and part of me wished I didn’t.
He was watching.
My blood ran cold, and I lost all the courage I had to seduce her.
A sliver of light flashes behind the eyes of the late Marco Delessepps. He had seen me look…
I decided to keep going, he had been caught watching, and now he had fled—I was sure of it.
Feebly, I continued.
Chapter 21
Domenico
Iwatched him fumble with his hands, asking for permission from the bratty girl he brought here.
The lust that burned so deliciously inside of me had returned once again. A re-ignition of the flames Lilith spread through my body each time I saw her. It was her who began this lusting, it had all started with her, and I blamed every vile thought I had on her.
I stroked myself under my robes as I watched; my fangs released and hungry. I wanted to show them both what it was like to be in control—full control of another.
The girl did not want to be asked, she wanted to be told. She wanted to be told just how unreasonable she was, how ungrateful…all while punishing her body with pleasures. She wanted it…she craved it. How could he not see?
The answer came easy to me as I gripped the head of myself and thumbed just below the crown.
Charles wanted the same thing.
He wanted to hear how insufferable he was, how bad and wrong and dirty. The punishment was palpable on both their skin—I saw it behind their glassed eyes, I smelled it seeping from their pores.
For a moment, Charles looked back at the painting I stood behind, watching them with languor.
I froze, but he knew exactly what happened behind those oiled eyes; spurred me on.
I would show them.
My steps were steady, and before I breached the door, my thoughts were clouded by possession…ownership.
This was my home, my holy sanctuary of worship. By the end of this, they would both respect me.
The girl gasped, covering her chest, and Charles fell back on his hands, away from the tubs edge.
“Shit, Dom, what happened to privacy?”
Unable to control what I felt for Charles, the lingering memories of our countless trysts.
“On your knees.”
I commanded the room, my shoulders squared, my robes brushing the tips of his feet. The girl was silent, still clutching her chest, greedily watching the events unfold in front of her like the dirty slut she was.
Charles didn’t hesitate to obey, and I grinned as I watched Charity take note of his actions.
A submissive never failed to drop to their knees when commanded, not a good sub anyway.
“Good boy,” I said curtly, and his head lowered, his chest bared and his cock hard beneath his breeches.
I hooked my finger below his chin, raising his face to look at mine.
His lashes were long and fanned out below his arched brows. I traced the fullness of his bottom lip, opening it just a little. “Suck.”
He did just as he was told, garnering a twitch of my cock, the tightness in my breeches becoming unbearable.
His mouth was the perfect combination of warm and wet, and he sucked with enthusiasm to please me, like always.
I closed my eyes, letting myself fall back into my old patterns, my deviant, dirty, desires.
Waves crashed over me, an arrow pulled back and the tension threatening to break the bow. It was released the moment his tongue brushed over the pad of my thumb. I leaked for him already, but when I flicked my eyes to the girl, she watched intently.
“Do you like watching him suck me, sweet girl?”
She swallowed, darting her eyes to mine, but she did not move.
“Take it out,” I commanded, looking over his crown of perfectly messy blonde hair.
He reached up inside my robes, gripping my thighs as he went, cupping my balls tucked tightly inside my breeches. Buttons popped, and I heard him groan quietly as he found my shaft and could scarcely wrap his fist around it.
I lift the robes over my head, discarding them onto the floor and giving Charity the full view of my stony abs and remarkable cock.
I knew of its beauty because there was never a day that passed when Lilith didn’t praise its girth, begged for it even.
Charles hand looked small in comparison, and Charity’s eyes were wide, her jaw slacken at the sight.
“Now, part her legs, and do not ask permission. If she does not do as you please, you will slap those perfect tips gently until she follows your orders.”
Reluctantly, he removed his hand from the steel against my belly and stood. Sinking down beside the tub again, he reached between her legs. Not gently, not carefully, but directly.
I was rewarded by a guttural groan from the girl as he entered her.
“Use two fingers, and don’t pump them…curl them.”
Resting his forehead on the side, he worked her beneath the water as she cries out, her eyes screwed shut.
“Such a good boy…fuck her with your fingers until she comes around them.”
He was rewarded with a long, close eyed moan from her. “Ah, you see? She likes that.”
He lifted his head to watch her face fall in pleasure, her mouth open.
I watched as his confidence swiftly returned, but he still looked at me over his shoulder, waiting for more instructions.
I laughed to myself, not out loud, it sent a thrill through me, watching his eyes search me for approval. Those innocent eyes…
“Talk her through it, let her know she can let go…but only for you.”
Charles surprised me, taking his free hand and stroking the wild hairs away from her face, and speaking low into her ear.
I watched as he stops, moving softly beneath the water now.
“Tell me what you’re doing to her now.”
He swallowed, looking at me from under long lashes. “I’m stroking the tight bud at the top of her folds. It makes…oh…it makes her shudder.”
I closed my eyes, biting my lip, my arousal taking over. I craved touch just as much as him, it was a weakness we shared.
Slowly, I walk to him, rubbing his shoulder and sliding my thumb along his collarbone. He sighed, every so quietly, and looked up at me. I was lost to his blue eyes and soft lips, and I gave in. Leaning down and kissing him deeply as he continued to flick Charity’s clit under the water. It was almost too much, as his tongue tangled with mine, his lips eagerly working over me. He gave me a small moan, and my primal urges threw my logical sense out the window. I grabbed him by the throat, a little to violently, and he gasped. He stood, leaving the girl’s mouth agape as she watches us attack one another with hands and teeth. I continued to kiss him; my hand wrapped around his neck. His hands were wrapped around my wrist that held him captive, and I tossed him onto the bed with a guttural growl. He landed on his back, hands splayed at his side, and his eyes never left mine. He knew what I wanted; he knew how I was when I was hungry for him.
