Forbidden Fables, page 35
He knelt, his head just past my own abdomen, and I tangled my hands in his hair, pulling his head back as I said, “Such a good submissive. I will miss this…”
He didn't say a word, he just looked up at me from under those full lashes, so feminine and soft. I wanted to stroke his cheek, but I didn’t want to give him sweetness tonight. I would give him the safety of my rules, my directions.
I brought his cheek to my cock instead, pushing against my dolman, rubbing it until his face was as red as a rose.
He was nearly breathless, and my cock was hard and angry, and I reach under to release it.
My pants fell to the floor, and Charle’s lips were already wet.
“I’m going to give you a safe word, I don’t want to hurt you, but I will push you.”
He nodded, eagerness in his bright eyes.
“What do you think, my soft boy…”
He thought for a moment, and with heat, he replied, “Rapture.”
I closed my eyes at this, he was pushing the limits already.
“Yes.”
I walked around him, to his back, gathering his wrists into one hand, pulling him to stand.
I pulled him to me and kissed his neck gently, tasting the salt on his skin. I felt him shiver, and I reached around the front, finding his cock like steel against his belly, dripping from the tip. I lazily gave him one stroke and cupped his balls. He gasped, and I led him backward to the bed.
I laid on top of him, our muscular bodies pressed together. Looking down, I make sure our shafts were lined up perfectly. Charles looked down as well, the heads kissing like two lost lovers. Their crowns shiny and red.
I slowly moved my hips against his, his cock against mine.
“Tell me what it is you want…”
He was gasping now, his eyes locked on my face. Licking his lips, he tried to speak but was overcome, closing his eyes again.
“More…I want more…”
“So greedy for a boy so lost.”
I reached for the Chrism that was in a small glass vile in the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed.
Kneeling between his muscular thighs, I poured the holy oil on my fingers and ran them up and down my cock. “I shall bless you with my cock, and I know you will make me proud once you return.”
His eyes watched me intently as I lifted his legs onto my shoulders. I dribbled oil on his taught sack, and down his crevice to his tight hole. He hissed, and I began with a gentle tug on his balls, expertly swirling my index and middle finger into his puckered entrance.
With my other hand, I jerked him off slowly, as I press inside.
“Yes…please…”
His groans sounded like a holy hymn to my ears, and my own arousal mounted as I work him with two hands.
I had been with men and women alike, but always promised myself that I would never give myself to another after Lilith.
But I wanted this, I wanted him, and I wanted to claim him as mine just as much as I did with her. Charles was so compliant, and so submissive, I struggled against taking him daily. He was nothing like her… always asking softly, pleading with me, and I wanted to give him just that, changing his life forever. It was a guarantee that he would do what I had asked of him, he wouldn’t be able resist me after this.
I leaned down, moving my hands to my own throbbing shaft, and lined myself up with the tight starburst. He squeezed the head, so deliciously tight, and I steadied myself before pushing myself inside.
His cock twitched against his belly, every inch I slid inside forcing a whimper from his lips.
“Fuck,” I cursed, forcing myself to slow so I didn’t immediately come undone.
Charles eyes were completely closed down, his mouth working into an O, and I was thankful for a moment that he could not see my face.
Keeping my eyes focused on his pleasure, I rolled my hips into him rhythmically, his heavy legs weighing down on my shoulders.
His needy cock throbbed with each thrust, and I reached for it, stroking it gently.
I hit that soft spot deeply inside of him, and I could tell he was close by the way his eyebrows lifted. He grabbed his legs, letting me in deeper.
“This asshole is mine, and mine only…” I grunted, “do you understand?”
He nodded his head frantically and he climaxed, white ropes of semen spilling from his cock and onto his stomach. The sight shot me over the edge as well, and I unloaded inside of him.
I howled, buried inside of him.
When our breath had slowed, and he opened his eyes again, he smiled up at me. His blue eyes sparkled, and I allowed myself to touch his face, take in his soft beauty.
I stood on shaky legs, and Charles relaxed his body, the euphoria settled on his skin.
Walking to the basin of water near the fireplace, I cleaned myself up, grabbing another towel for him. He smiled as he took it, but he didn’t meet my eyes. He was acting shy, and part of me relished in his timidness.
I knew this may be the only time we would be together, especially if I planned on giving him to my Melody.
“Come back to me, okay?”
He replied quietly, “Always.”
Ever since the wolf-man mangled his hand, Thomas had been reclusive and locked in his room. I took him in without argument, and he only requested that he be left in peace and allowed to attend church. Of course, I had said, and now I would call on him to return the favor after all these years. He would agree, I was sure of it. The only thing I needed to do was tell him it was God’s Will. Just one small sentence and it would be that easy. It was the very reason my grandfather chose this line of work—persuasion was all too easy.
Charles did not take to his orders lightly, I knew he would make me proud. We had shared pillow talk, life lessons, and seed. But it was time to release my Melody of the sleeping curse, so we could be together again.
I stood from my chair, a young servant girl quickly clearing the plates as I stood. I walked to the far wall where the tapestry of Lilith hung, pulling it back and looking over my shoulder before disappearing behind it.
Her room was the last, after many turns inside the pitch-black corridors. I felt along the walls as I went, but part of my abilities was perfect sight in the darkness.
Moonlight washed over the bed where she slept, a single rose bud in the vase beside of her. The flower never bloomed, and I feared that the prophecy wasn’t true. Once the flower bloomed—she would awaken. For years, I had faith that it would, and she would awaken, only it never did. The day she fell into the slumber, the day that Lilith left, I vowed to do whatever it took to bring her back. I often bit my own wrist and trickled the blood into her mouth, hoping it would be enough to sustain her. I held on to faith, and day after day, I was not given anything more than that.
The Witch of the Woods was the key. She had to be; she was Lilith’s kin. Magic be damned, I would make sure Melody was brought back to me.
I stroked her soft cheek, which was sharp, and her blonde ringlets still shined with youth, locked in that state forever once she was turned.
If her foolish parents didn’t do what they did, she never would have needed to be turned. It was the only choice I had, and once she was orphaned, she became mine.
“We will be together again, angel.”
Chapter 25
Dante
THE PAST: 1725 FRANCE
Every woman who ever rejected me would see flames before they died. It brought me great satisfaction to know their death came at my hands, if I could not have them, no one would.
I stood in the apothecary room, surrounded by my tinctures and herbs. This was the only place that I felt like I belonged. Even the small animals I’d sacrificed, they were happy to give their lives to me, they wanted to die for me. I held power here, and when I healed someone of their sickness, or stopped the bleeding from a terminal wound, I was revered, thanked profusely. I was the healer, I was the mad scientist, and no woman would ever take that away from me. I crushed belladonna with my mortar and pestle as an old man lay in the make-shift bed to my left. He was dying of a disease that ate his flesh, and the only thing to do now was keep him quarantined and his pain eased. It wouldn’t be long before he was gone.
I needed to feed soon, I hadn’t drunk a drop of blood in weeks, and I would soon become weak and tired.
My thoughts were catapulted back to the night Lilith let me feed from her.
I awoke to the soft snores of Lilith, Domenico absent from the bed now that it was sunrise. The window drapes were a heavy black to keep the sunlight out, but Domenico preferred his dark corridors to any other place.
I watched them fuck, unable to move from lack of sustenance. I hated who I was, and for that, I rarely fed.
I wiggled my cold fingers, but they only moved a tiny bit. My eyes moved to the edge of the bed to see Lilith peering over the edge with a devilish smile plastered on her face. “Are you hungry?”
I nodded, ever so gently. She crawled from the bed to the floor beside me. She bit her own wrist, bringing it to my mouth. Laying her head on her other arm, she watched me drink deeply from her. We locked eyes as I fed, and I felt small charges of electricity ping through my body. I had never felt healthier, never felt so sure of what I was. I was greedy with her blood, taking long pulls until she’s stroking my long hair while droplets fell on my face.
“There, there. All better.”
I sat up, reacclimatizing myself to the room but stood quickly, exiting before any of these feelings unfurled any further.
I craved the taste of her blood now, but no one had seen her since she left. I had to lie to Domenico, tell him I was able to trap her within a stone, but now he had made his life revolve around her return. The stone only contained a small amount of her powers, the day I had tried to contain her only to fail miserably.
I had severely underestimated her powers.
Was it because he loved her? Was he determined for them to be together after all that had happened? Or was it simply the curse that made him cling to her resurrection. I knew the crystal held nothing; it was nothing but a fake talisman. I could never tell him, but if the witch got a hold of it, she would certainly know.
I wondered if her blood tasted the same as Lilith’s, like sunshine and flowers, with the same effect. I had to keep her from bringing Lilith back, and the only way I knew how to do that was to take her life myself.
I quietly shut the door behind me, looking down the cold hallways on both sides. Charles’ room was the second largest to Domenico’s, the spoiled boy who was treated like family but didn’t deserve it. Domenico had weak spots, and one of them was the boy—the other was Melody. If she wasn’t turned, I would have killed her long ago. Hell, she should’ve been killed right alongside her parents for betraying us. Humans had a hard time with the information that Vampires and monsters existed.
I had never dared to travel the hidden halls that Domenico thought I knew nothing of.
I mustered up the courage, taking a deep breath and delving into the hidden, shadowed hallways.
I found Charles room, locked from the outside, and stood there for a moment, puzzled.
Why would Domenico lock him up? Unless he felt that he couldn’t trust him suddenly, and for what reason would that be?
I had seen how attached he was to the girl he brought with him, which was never a part of the plan. He was ordered to find the witch and bring her here, but he ended up bringing a girl as well, an unforeseen twist for Domenico. That must be why—the girl.
I pushed my nose to the crack of the doorway, and I can smell her. The witch was inside. Her scent strong like patchouli, but soft notes of vanilla laced through it. I began to salivate and decide that I must come up with a plan to lure her out. But how? I had no power here, not without Domenico.
I knew of his plans to bring her to Melody, so that would have to be when.
I would wait, and I would trap her the way I had tried, and failed, to trap Lilith. It took many years of practice, trying to learn the magic of a witch. But with Freyja taken from her cabin, I was able to take the grimoire of spells, and I would use her own spell to trap her forever.
My very own untapped blood bag, full of sunshine and promise.
Chapter 26
Freyja
1730 FRANCE
“Fuck!” I cursed, as Domenico locked us inside the room. I had managed to escape, only to be caught again. How could I be so stupid?
“Freyja.”
It’s then that I saw my sweet Charity’s soft eyes, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me to her and burying her face in my hair.
“Sweet pet…” I felt warm tears prick my eyes, and I embraced her again, running my hands down her back to cup her ass.
I travelled my hands back up toward her shoulders, cupping her face in my hands and kissing her pouty lips. The kiss was electric, soft and lazy, as if she wanted to savor the moment forever. Our mouths entwined, we kissed until we are both pink cheeked and breathing heavily.
I felt Charles grab for my hand, and I jerked it away as I wrapped my other arm around Charity’s waist, pulling her away from him, “You.”
At first he seemed confused, but clarity washed over his face as he registered my anger.
This was all Charle’s fault. We were here because of him, and Charity was none the wiser.
I felt my fangs extend, and every bone in my body wanted to shred him to pieces right there.
“Please, let me explain.”
“There is nothing to explain. You lied to us both.” I looked down over Charity and her eyes are down casted to the floor. I used my index finger placed under her chin to pull her face to mine. “You see? He is guilty.”
Her eyelashes fanned against her cheeks, and a single tear slid down her face. I cannot imagine what she was feeling—witches, vampires and wolf-men, a prisoner trapped inside a castle. I doubted she had ever made it past her humble home in Bethlehem, and with all this new information, she could only be terrified.
I pulled her to me, kissing her cheeks and stroking her hair. I wanted to make her feel safe again so badly, and the only way I knew how involved a lot less clothing and the use of my hands and my tongue.
“Kneel, pet.”
She did as she’s told but sat back on her heels and leaning her head against my bare thigh.
I stroked her hair gently, admonishing her with a few, ‘good girl, it will all be ok.’
Charles took a seat on the bed, but his eyes remained on us both.
“You may watch, but not participate. Don’t even think about touching yourself.”
Nodding, he placed his hands on his knees, waiting.
“Would you like to eat my pussy? Would that make you feel better?”
Charity nodded, looking up at me now, like the perfect pet she was.
I pulled my tattered dress to the side, pressing myself to her eager, ready mouth. I placed one hand behind her head, pushing her mouth against my slick folds. Her tongue snaked up the slit, parting my lips and finding my swollen bud. My head fell back, while she made agonizingly slow circles around it.
“Such a good girl, does that taste good? Does that make you wet?”
She sucked my cunt like she needed it to live. The wet sounds of her mouth against me caused me to grind into her face while I tightly fisted her hair.
“Enough, I want to feel your soaked cunt.”
She halted her licks and looked up at me with a pouty, so sexy look of disappointment.
My body was wound tight, my climax on the precipice of breaking free, but that could wait. I desperately wanted to feel her cunt squeeze around my fingers first.
“Turn around and get on all fours.”
She turned, but before she assumed the position I’ve asked for, she rucked up her dress around her hips so I had the perfect view of her exposed, wet sex.
I nearly came undone at the sight, and I dropped to my knees, placing a kiss on each of her ass cheeks.
I let my tongue wiggle down her crack until I reached her tight asshole. I probed it but looked up at Charles as I did. He swallowed hard, his hands now braced behind him, and I can see his cock was hard and pushing against his breeches.
I smiled, satisfied with the torture I gave him, without touching him at all. I hoped it hurt, the throb inside his pants.
Charity released a low moan that had my insides tightening, and I couldn’t tease her anymore because I need to feel inside her.
I pulled back, sliding my hand over her velvet seam. She was wet, her clit hard and swollen. I circled it with my middle finger a few times, which had her back bowing. I took the same middle finger and joined it with my ring finger, sinking it inside her tight cunt. “Oh fuck,” she squealed, and I gave her three curls as she tightened around me.
I smacked her ass a few times in succession with my fingers, and she bucked against my hand and begged me for more. I watched Charles close his eyes, licking his lips. I enjoyed tipping him over the edge like this, it turned me on even more, him watching us like this.
A few more strokes and curls, and she squirted over my hand, her cum dripping down my arm as I continued to spank her ass with the other.
“Just like that…look at my good girl, coming all over my hand.”
Once her spasms stopped, I withdrew my fingers and licked them clean.
As much as I wanted to come, I wanted something inside of me more, and this wasn’t home where I had handfuls of glass blown phalluses.
I guess I would just have to put Charles to use after all.
Chapter 27
Charles
As I watched the two of them together, I was in sheer agony.
I had always known I had a strong appetite for sex; man or woman, it didn’t matter to me.
But seeing these two together was like a gift…like seeing God. I licked my lips over and over, until I was rubbing my palms against my thighs, desperate to release my erection. Freyja said not to, and I obeyed—it felt so good to obey.
