Vampire: Desire of Blood (Desires of Blood Book 1) (4 page)

Chapter Seven

Magenta

“Get her. Don’t allow her to run into the harem. I’ll cut your fucking heads off,” Rustem bellowed. She finds a way into the harem, with her new born hunger, she’ll have all my women hysterical,” he yelled as his men ran after the gorgeous concubine.

She was fast and strong, and it would take more than one of his guards to bring her back. The beauty turned and bared her fangs sending the trained warriors into a frenzy. They knew her bite would not be euphoric but deadly. However, they’d take the bite because their master would demand it of them. She hissed and let her eyes darken into a fiery red.

“You idiots, do you think you can catch me!” she screamed. She took off toward the silken billowing curtains that led to Rustem’s harem.

“By Allah, I will make each one of you eunuchs. She’s heading toward my harem.” However, before she could get through the large silken curtains she stopped dead in her tracks. A tall dark figure loomed over her. He reached out and caught her by the throat. All bodies stopped their raucous running and stood there weapons drawn looking at the tall handsome man.

“Ah, Rustem, must I constantly tell you to be careful making new vampires? I’m getting tired of fixing your mistakes. This one is gorgeous. What were you thinking?” he said holding her as if she was but a small child. She tried to move, but his grip was hard and steady.

Rustem fell to his knees. “Master I am weak. She was so amazing in my bed. She pushed, she wanted this, I am weak. I granted her, her wish.”

The tall strong man turned to his captive. “I’ll have to break your neck, and then decapitate you if you don’t behave. If I put you down do you promise to stay put, here with me?” he asked her.

She managed a slight nod, but he’d already embedded in her new and changing brain that he was the master and she had to obey. He loosened his grip letting her slide to the floor and wound her arms around his ankles.

“I ought to break your neck Rustem,” the tall stranger said. “This is the fifth one this month. You’re done. You’ve been a vampire long enough and you should have control over your desires.”

“Yes Master,” Rustem said staying on his knees visibly shaken at Royce’s appearance.

Royce bared his fangs. He knew it was a mistake to turn Rustem, but Charade had insisted on it. She was his sister and she had been in love with Rustem at the time. However, she was gone now, off with a human lover leaving him to deal with her discards. “By Allah, I have heard that cry too often. You have one more chance. You feed and nothing more. I don’t want to return to clean up your messes. I’d have Charade’s neck if she wasn’t my sister.”

He pulled the sultry woman hugging his ankles to her feet. Her beauty was astounding, each feature utter perfection with a thick head of auburn hair any man would want to run his fingers through. Yes, she aroused him, but she also angered him. Her behavior was inexcusable. He thought better about allowing her to flourish and he quickly grabbed her by the neck snapping it. Her head lolled to the side, her eyes stared at him and were blank. Her beauty was wasted. He pulled her head from her body in seconds turning her to dust before their eyes. Royce now stood in a cloud of gray powder. He brushed what remained of her off his clothing.

“The next time I have to come here to right your errors, you will end up in the same dust at my feet Rustem,” he said quietly, disgusted with the man before him and himself. He should have had better control over Charade, but she was far too beautiful and persuasive.

He turned and met up with his guards as he left Rustems’ chambers. That’s when he saw her. A tall and willowy woman wrapped in a large blue towel. Her hair was the color of fresh golden corn and she stood outside the harem’s entrance. She went to cover her face, but he stopped her. When he touched her, she was warm and soft, because she was human causing every nerve in his body to ignite. Her blue eyes widened when he touched her. She was no fool. She knew his cool touch could only mean he was a vampire. Yet in her eyes, he didn’t see any fear. He sensed she was a witch.

Smooth perfect skin adorned her shoulders hinting at a promise of more beneath the towel. Royce held back the urge to let his fangs pop out of his top gums. Even after three hundred years, the baring of his fangs to women still bothered him. He hated the fear he saw at times from his human host.

She smiled. “Was it necessary to kill her?”

“Yes, her Master disobeyed me,” he said eyeing her over, and trying desperately not to trance her.

“I see you’re struggling. I have no wish to be a vampire, I am a witch and I’ve never been with Rustem. I’m visiting, I’m a friend of his mother’s. You do know she’s distraught at what her son has done. She says he’s changed since he accepted being reborn. She has no idea who her son is and what he has become. He was bad enough when he was human but making him a vampire was a huge mistake. ”

Royce had to admire her, she spoke what was on her mind. Perhaps it was because she was older and not some young nubile woman-child that Rustem usually had filling his harem. He bowed to the beauty and kissed her soft hand. “I’m seeing that now, but what’s done is done. Putting Rustem out of his misery is next. I have a feeling he’ll behave himself.” He smiled aware of the effect his smile had, but he had to remember she was a witch and they did have certain safe guards that protected them from the likes of him. “So fair lady would you like to visit my palace? I’d love to show you that I’m not some monster but a very likable man.”

“You say
man
as though you are one. You and I know that’s not so.” She moved closer to him, her smell overwhelming him. “Oh, I see that look in your eyes. You want me and my blood.”

“Yes, I do. Come with me, spend some time with me let me show you heights the of pleasure that you never imagined existed,” he said as he let his tongue lightly sweep over the open palm of her hand. She openly shivered. He grinned. He could trance her, but he wanted this one to come to him of her own freewill.

“May I dress? Send your guards for me I’d love to spend some time with you.” Her smile was warm, attractive and her teeth white and straight. The Gods had been generous to her. Besides he needed a change, his harem wasn’t large but so well trained.

“Yes, my lady. And whom shall my guards be asking for?” he asked even though he’d already scanned her mind and knew her name.

“Magenta.” Was her answer.

“Beautiful name, Magenta,” he crooned.

“Thank you Royce. Yes I know your name, you see I too have special powers, I’m a Seer and I can see the future.”

He eyed her over. He should have known that Rustem would call in a Seer. The man gambled and was always looking for an angle. His smile widened.

“You smile broadly, perhaps you know Rustem well,” she said smiling too.

“I do Magenta but let’s not waste time, I’m anxious to get to know you better.” He bent his head to hers and brushed his cool lips to hers. Again, she shivered. The passion within her he could sense. “Yes my love, so very anxious.”

He turned and left giving orders to his guards to return in one hour for the sultry blonde named Magenta.

Chapter Eight

Blue satin adorned Magenta as she entered his bedroom. Royce lounged on his large bed and watched her approach. He noticed she walked in and wasn’t going down on her knees as his harem was taught to do. She was well aware of the proper protocol, but she also was no slave or concubine but a free woman.

She opened her robe to reveal a sheer tight fitting gown beneath. Her breasts were large and her nipples rouged as was the custom and he was sure she’d had every hair removed from her soft alabaster skin. The sight before him made his mouth water and his gums ache. Tonight he’d ask her for a taste, promising her a night of unbridled passion.

“Royce,” she whispered.

“Come to me Magenta,” he said holding open his arms.

She came to him and fell into his arms among the midnight blue satin covers and pillows of his bed. Their lips met immediately. The kiss was not preliminary; it deepened from the moment their lips met. She opened her legs to him as his fingers sought her wet slit. He slipped a large finger into her and his thumb found her already swollen clitoris.

“Oh vampire you are hot. Tonight fucking you is going to be an experience.”

Her response was breathless. He rolled with her until she was beneath him but he never took his lips from hers. He crushed her to the bed his cock hard and wanting. Royce didn’t want to plunge into her without savoring each minute, which would be a waste they had the entire evening to play.  

Perhaps she’d stay for a while. There didn’t seem to be an alpha male anywhere in her life. In Persia, women who weren’t concubines or harem slaves, owned property and their own slaves. Some had amassed extraordinary wealth, from either dead husbands or their own business ventures. This woman seemed well-set in life, but then again she was more than just a woman, she claimed to see the future. He liked that, a woman dependent on herself instead of a man.

Her hands came to the back of his neck as she broke off the kiss. Her lips were against his as she spoke. “So my Lord will you take a sample tonight of my blood? Will you give me the pleasures I’ve heard only a vampire can give?” she asked.

He moved up on one elbow. “You are very inquisitive, Magenta. Of course, all you have heard is true I am a superior lover. No human man can hold a candle to me.”

“Then I assume you have a superior cock?” she said with her lips still against his.

“Mmm,” he answered his lips kissed her gently. She moved from him slightly and her hands moved down his robe until they met his erection.

“You’re well hung, vampire,” she purred. “I want to taste you.”

He laughed low, at her words. He rolled onto his back and let his robe fall open revealing his hard dick. Now he ached, her words inflamed him. She was an artisan at arousal, he’d picked well. “My fair lady, then take a taste,” he said exposing more of her well condition body. “But first I’d like to see all of what I will feast on tonight.”

She got on her knees and removed the sheer garment she wore, lifting it over her head throwing it to the floor. He scanned her body, which was flawless and firm. Her skin sheened with flecks of silver and gold was this magic or some foreign cream. Whatever it was it suited her beauty and shone off her asset to perfection.

“Royce you are by far a magnificent creature and I’ve had my share,” she said as she straddled his knees getting her body comfortable. Her hands came to his hard staff and she ran them up and down his length. At the tip, a bead of liquid appeared and she quickly took her tongue and licked at the head sucking in the moisture. He groaned. Magenta now let her mouth devour him taking his whole cock down her throat as she began to fuck him with her mouth. Saliva became abundant and her hands went to his balls, kneading and massaging them. Royce was on fire.

She raised her head, her spit glistened on her lips. “Do you like that my Lord? I’m going to fuck you with my mouth until you beg me for release. Then I’m going to hold you back. My pussy is so wet with need, but you won’t taste me, not just yet. I will have my fun.”

His eyes began to change color because his vision now became sharp and three-dimensional. When they were a normal hazel in color, his eyesight was keen, better than any humans. But when he transitioned to vampire, his eyesight was amazingly astute and he could see as clear at night as he did in the daylight. His fangs pushed against his gums wanting to burst free. His breath increased, his heart rate sped up and his body erupted into full vampire persona.

Her head came up and slowly her eyes took in all of him and he could see the awe on her face as she stared. “By Allah, you are truly a deadly yet beautiful creature,” she whispered.

“Yes Magenta, come ride me and feel the pleasure I can bestow upon you. Do not be afraid I will not hurt you.”

Hesitantly she moved. Still hesitant she did as he commanded. He embedded himself deep within her as she came over him. Soft short breathes took her over as she pushed her body onto him. His large hands grabbed onto her hips so he could help her pump her body on his cock. Skin to skin she ground her body to his. Her warm insides enveloped him urging him to cum.

His grip on her tightened as his tongue ran over the top of his fangs. Hunger consumed him, for sex and for blood. Without asking or trancing her, she moved her hair away from her carotid artery giving him easy access. One large hand grabbed her neck as he gave into his needs. One bite was all it took as he came inside her jerking his cock and pouring his seed into her pussy. Then she gasped and her insides closed around him repeatedly as she came.

Sweat broke out on both of their bodies. “You weren’t lying were you Royce. Holy shit,” she said letting her body rest on his, her head lying on his chest. A hand went to her neck, which was still seeping tiny droplets of blood. Her fingers ran across the sticky mixture and her body shuddered.

“Come up here,” he said to her as he took his hands and put them under her armpits. “A swift lick and your wound will be healed.” And she did as he said. He closed her wound and kept her close. There was no explanation for his deep concern for her or even his surprising notion that he’d consider changing her. Maybe he was open to the idea because he could read her mind and it’s what she was thinking.

“You know my Lord that it is my wish to become one like you,” she said as she ran a finger down his chest to his still hard cock.

“Yes Magenta, I can read your thoughts. You have many talents, now you want immortality. It’s not all you think, you will crave blood and human blood is the most satisfying. You may even kill some in the beginning.”

She kissed his chest and moved further down with each kiss. “I know all that you say is true. I’m a perfect candidate. My powers have hurt some along the way, but imagine what I can do if I was a vampire. They may even strengthen.”

She talked a good game and sucked his cock off until he came filling her mouth. Her beauty and skills won him over. By morning, she had tasted his blood and now the transition began. She’d lay unconscious for days until her body adjusted and awaken a newborn vampire with a ferocious thirst one that would take over fifty years to sate.

Chapter Nine

Dahlia

By the time he had Magenta under control, his harem had grown. Lucinda had her own apartment and so did his blond beauty. The two of them ruled his household and worked very well together, and he was grateful for that.

Magenta had an eye for beauty and he took to sending her to the slave markets to purchase a new plaything when they got bored. When Dahlia walked in tied in chains he had no idea what Magenta was thinking.

“Magenta what’s this?” he asked as he looked at the mud encrusted naked young woman.

“My Lord, I had no choice, she called to me and I had to save her,” Magenta explained. Lucinda, who was sitting next to him eating grapes stopped and grabbed his hand. Her grip tightened, something about the young woman before them upset her.

“Why did you bring her back here?” Lucinda sneered.

“Why do you ask?” Magenta answered. “Because she needs our help, that’s why,” she answered Lucinda.

“Do you know what she is?” Lucinda asked through her teeth.

“But of course, Lucinda, she’s an angel.”

Royce choked on his glass of herbed wine. “Surely you jest Magenta, an angel? I think she’s got you fooled.”

“Really, Royce.” She only addressed him by his name when she was annoyed with him. “Why do you find that so unbelievable? Lucinda is a witch, I’m a seer and oh, you’re a vampire, so why can’t she be an angel?” Magenta said as she pulled on the chained collar around Dahlia’s neck.

“Girl, what’s your name,” Royce bellowed.

“Dahlia,” she whispered.

“Dahlia and I suppose you’re an angel?” he said as he popped a grape into his mouth. Lucinda had not eased up her grip on his hand.

“No, I’m not. I no longer have that privilege, I’ve fallen from grace.” Her head hung low and every nerve in his body came alive. She was telling the truth.

Magenta pulled the girl closer seeing the recognition in Royce’s face. A vampire could be very dangerous to any angel, what the hell was she thinking bringing her to his palace. Magenta backed away. She saw Lucinda’s face and fear, the witch was hesitant.

“Why is she in chains?” Royce asked leaning forward in his chair.

Dahlia answered. “Because I’m very dangerous. You see I’ve been accused of making a pact with the dark forces.”

“And have you?” he asked, as he tried to hold back his body from changing to vampire.

She raised her head, squared her shoulders and spoke. “I guess I’m guilty. I fell in love with a werewolf, an evil creature. The forces of good banished me and I lost my temper I de-winged another and she died.”

Royce smiled. “Magenta, this is all a joke, right?”

“I don’t think so, my Lord.” She held the chains tight as she heard the moan escape Dahlia’s lips. The sound of bones cracking and skin tearing, filled their ears as Dahlia’s wings, now blackened, spread forth from her back. It wasn’t a pretty sight, for they also had the remnants of skin and blood attached, causing Royce’s hunger to increase. Tears ran down her muddied cheeks and her breathing had increased. You could see the pain on her face.

Lucinda got up and went behind Royce’s chair. “Tell her to put them back, please,” Lucinda pleaded.

“She’s in pain and all that blood is making me hungry,” Royce said. “I agree, Dahlia can you furl them?”

And as she did, she fell to the ground, her wings disappearing exhausting the young woman.

Royce got up from his chair and went to her. He gently helped her stand. She was naked and he could see she was bone thin and certainly not a tasty morsel. As she raised her face to his underneath the dirt and grime, he saw the beauty of the angel she once was. But her glory days were over. Had she any powers left? They’d soon find out. If she was in fact the mythical creature called an angel, a fallen one rarely made her way back.

“Magenta, take her to my harem and have my women clean her up. Also take care of the wounds she has from her wings expanding and then my pretty, bring her back to me keeping those chains on her.” He’d need her word that she’d behave before he could take her bonds from her. And when she agreed, he’d have her in his bed and he’d taste her. This angel was never going back. They rarely ever made it back into the good graces of those good earthly powers. It would take Royce centuries to realize there was good in all creatures, even vampires.

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Magenta brought Dahlia to him by nightfall. He was amazed to see the beautiful young women beneath all the dirt. Long chestnut brown hair, which was now shiny and clean, set off her large blue eyes. She was pixyish, at least in features. Her lips were heart shaped, her nose slightly turned up at the end and two dimples when she even attempted to smile.

Magenta had her dressed in lavender and at least now, her body didn’t look as painfully thin. She still had the iron collar around her neck, the thick chain hung from it, and yet she made no complaints.

“If you are what you say, Dahlia, then I need your word to release you. Lucinda is upset, for she’s a witch and practices the black arts, but does not use her magic to harm any human. I’m a vampire and try to be civilized and the least of the evil we share is Magenta.”

“I understand my Lord. You have my word. I thought I’d die in chains. It would have been a fitting demise.” She went to her knees. “Tell the witch I wish her no harm.”

He smiled he wanted to forget for one night what he was. He wanted to be a man but that was never going to be. He’d never be human again and these three beautiful creatures weren’t your typical human women. An angel, he mused. A vampire and an angel, Royce shook his head, what’s next he thought, as he rose and came to her. He’d been given the key by Magenta and now he’d release Dahlia. He’d bite her quickly, exchange blood with her assuring him that she’d have no choice but to obey him. He’d heard of
fallen angels
but had never encountered one. It didn’t matter, after tonight she’d belong to him.

“Come to me Dahlia.”

“Yes my Lord. You’re not at all what I thought you’d be,” she whispered as she stepped slowly toward him.

He took her into his arms. “What did you think I’d be like?”