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Leiric
Death is only the beginning…
Chapter 1: Before
Vanessa sat her throne, bored as always. The bloodlust that she lived had been slaked earlier when one of the warring noblemen had brought her an offering of ten of his prisoners. All those in attendance had been frightened by her display; she could smell it on them. But she had forced them to continue. Today was the last day for the offerings she required from the neighboring towns, and it had definitely been a long day. But soon, it would be over. The last man was coming in.
“Roger DeMoira from the town of Leiric, and his son, Ian.”
Vanessa sighed. Leiric was a poor farmer town, and for the past three years they had brought her nothing. It appeared that this year, it was the same. Immediately as her gaze turned to him, the man named DeMoira began to beg her forgiveness and promised that they would find an offering for her if only they had more time. But his words were lost on the vampire queen, for she had only eyes for the young man standing next to him.
Ian DeMoira clearly did not take after his father. He was tall, dark haired and dark eyed. The farmer’s clothes he wore did not fit him, his face one of the most handsome she’d seen. Even from her place on the throne, she could smell his blood, but his pulse had not quickened in her presence. Their eyes met, and he did not look away.
Was it for his blood that she hungered? She found herself doubting that fact more with every heated breath she drew. Her body reacted to him in a way it had never reacted to a man, and still he did not look away. A moment more of his intense gaze, and Vanessa tore herself away and left the room.
Silence fell, and Ian DeMoira followed the queen with his eyes until she disappeared behind a blood red curtain that no doubt led deeper into the castle.Vanessa was surprised by a knock on her door. No one disturbed her so early in the evening. She had turned around and opened her mouth to berate the person when they excused themselves and entered anyway. Her anger quickly turned to shock when the young Leirican entered.
His gaze was just as intense as the night before, and her heart tripled its pace and a desire she only begun to feel in his presence began to creep through her being.
“I pray I did not disturb you.”
His voice, oh his voice, it stole her own. His eyes bored into hers and she was unaware that her jaw had dropped in shock. Oh, if the people could see their queen now.
“I suppose I should show you the proper respect.” He bowed, tilting his head as he did so that his eyes never left hers. He straightened, and she managed to shut her mouth, though her voice still had not returned.
“I’ll get straight to my point, Queen Vanessa, before your maids come. You promise me, swear to me, that you will leave my town, Leiric, alone now and in the future, and I will be yours, your consort.”
There, he’d said it, now it came down to her, and his interpretation of her look the night before.
Was he…offering himself to her? Did she want him? Dark angels, he was now on his knees. Yes, he was offering himself to her in return for utter freedom for his home. Was he worth it? She moved to kneel in front of him.
“This is not my answer.” She pulled his chin up and kissed him, praying briefly it would be as the many times before, and mean nothing.
It wasn’t. The simple chaste kiss sent flames through her and left her wanting more. She pulled away, staring at the boy, no the man, in shock. How could she want him so bad? Even blood had been driven from her mind.
He stared at her, completely unmoved, awaiting her answer. It was several minutes before she could compose herself enough to speak.
“All I must do is abandon your home to its own devices?”
He nodded, briefly allowing their eye-contact to break, and she found that having him look away from her only made her want him more, to crave his touch. She traced his cheek very gently with her red-lacquered nails, but he did not flinch. Why didn’t he fear her? And why was it so easy to accept his offer?
“It will be as you wish Leirican. But you must always be faithful to me. You are mine and no others.”
He nodded. “My name is Ian.”
“I know.” She tried to rise but could not do so, could not even move. She was weak for blood, and weak for him.
He stood and locked the door, which heightened her want for him until nothing could satisfy her. With the same drive that sent her to the masses for blood did she stand and push him against the door, roughly kissing the lips that had never been kissed before.
She pushed the plain tunic from his shoulders. His arms encircled her, his hands on her back pulling her to him as he responded to her desperate kisses.
Abandoning his lips briefly, one firm hand pushed his chin up and she trailed kisses down his jaw-line and neck. Reaching the curve where his shoulder and neck joined, she buried her fangs into his warm flesh.
He gasped and stiffened, his arms suddenly clenched into fists against the sudden unexpected pain. She felt this but couldn’t have stopped if she wanted to. Pulling away, she gasped for air, his blood running from the corners of her mouth and staining her lips a brighter red.
She unlocked the door and pulled it open, unable to contain the bloodlust she suddenly was consumed by, but she would not take his blood again. He fell away from the door, his eyes wide and frightened for the first time, but he did not tend to the bleeding wound.
In the hallway, Vanessa grabbed the first person she came into contact with, which happened to be a guard. She bit deeply into his neck and drank the blood which spurted from his coronary vein. The guard did not cry out or speak, accepting his fate in the arms of his queen.
When Vanessa dropped the guard, she turned around the see Ian standing in the hallway near her door. He was breathing quickly, his lips parted slightly; the wound on his shoulder was slowly closing over. She walked quickly to him and captured his lips with her own, pulling his head down to her own. His arms wrapped around her as they found their way back into her room and the door was locked again.
She pushed him down on the bed as their clothes found their way to the floor. Loving his taste, she had to fight the urge to drink of his blood again. How could she feel this for a mortal? This overwhelming drive to consume and be consumed was confusing but oh so right.
His breath came quicker and quicker as her lips trailed lower and lower. When she reached his manhood, she placed the most gentle of kisses on the head, causing him to shiver and clutch at the sheets. Returning to his lips, she allowed her body to brush against his tantalizingly.
Undisguised lust was prominent in his eyes as she gazed into their depths. Allowing her lips to just brush his, she kept his gaze with her own as she eased herself onto him.
Ian gasped as Vanessa filled herself with him, and she bit his lips ever so gently, careful to only graze her fangs across the delicate flesh. Pulling away to look at him, she loved the view provided her. His lips were swollen from her frustrated kisses, his eyes fluttered half shut and they told her this was his first time experiencing such things. His shoulder-length hair was matted and splayed across the pillow and he filled her completely.
His hips arced up against hers as she took him into her over and over again. He hissed in pleasure and she took his hands in her own. Her loose black hair swayed with their rhythm and she could barely contain the moans that he produced in her.
Unbeknownst to the vampire queen, Ian slipped a leg around and beneath hers. In one smooth movement, he slipped from beneath her and moved her so that he was on top and he began a rhythm of his own.
Vanessa could not contain herself any longer and a strangled cry burst from her lips as her hands scrabbled for something to cling to. The sensations that burned through her could only build until she was begging for it, with her voice and mind, to burst. She clenched herself around him, drawing out a deep moan from her mortal lover.
Their paces grew faster and wilder as they clutched to one another and to the sheets draped around them. Vanessa drew his head down and kissed him to muffle her screams and wrapped her legs around his waist as if afraid he would leave her unsatisfied.
Together they reached a height unimagined before. Vanessa kept expecting it to explode within her but the pleasure kept building rather than peaking. She couldn’t breathe, the short gasps the she could get provided her with life. Her red-lacquered nails left long red lines down Ian’s back, but he did not feel the pain.
Suddenly, it all unexpectedly erupted.
Vanessa screamed and her hips bucked against his as her nails dug deeper into his back.
Ian’s head fell back as her intimate areas clutched erratically around his and the tension fell away as his seed burst forth within her.
Slowly the pace faded away and Ian shakily supported his weight on his palms so he hovered above her. She smiled at him, sweat layering her hair against her body, an effect imitated in her lover. Her arms pulled him down to rest on top of her, his head resting on her chest.
She licked his blood from her nails and smiled again. His breathing slowed and steadied as he dozed. Her gaze was steady as she thought of what had just happened, and of her promise.
Vanessa had many duties to perform as queen, but she paused a moment more to gaze upon her mortal lover. He slept on, oblivious to her gaze, and she smiled as she drew the robe on over her naked body. She would go to the baths and then on to her duties. And he would be here waiting for her, always waiting for her.
He was hers, only hers.
Forever.
Or so she thought.