by A M Proctor
“Oh gods… my queen… please no.”
I smirk. “Oh yes, Brendon. Let’s see how much it takes to milk you dry.”
He screams as I jerk his softening, sensitive cock hard again. It’s pure torture as he fights the restraints. He can’t control himself and yet his cock thickens once more for me. I lower my mouth to his tender tip.
Another scream as I take it in my mouth and run my tongue around the flare. His entire body stiffens and jerks violently.
“Please mistress. Oh gods… please have mercy.”
I work his cock without mercy until it jets more semen on his stomach. The door opens and I look up from my pulsing cock and meet Jah’s gaze. “Oh good. You two come take over for me. I need to feed the twins.”
Both nymphs quietly come to Brendon’s side and eye his limp cock. “I want two more ejaculations from him before I return.”
Brendon whimpers between pants. “Please, my queen. My queen. Nevaeh!” The door closes and I hear his muffled scream as the nymphs take over the post orgasm torture.
I sigh and move to the nursery across the living space of the third floor. The third floor has everything I need. A small kitchen, living room with a fireplace and even its own wet bar.
I rarely descend from this floor unless it’s to enter the mountain via the metal door on the first level. I used to hang out in Alexei’s office on the second floor. I’d use my laptop as he used his computer behind his huge antique desk. I used to swim in the pool below, hang out with the humans and socialize. I used to swim in the ocean every evening. Now I feed my girls.
They’re awake, laying in their shared crib where my bed used to be. This had once been my room, full of antique jewelry and ancient statues. It was elegant and fit for a queen. Now it’s a nursery fit for two adorable princesses.
I feed them independently tonight. They might be twins, but they shouldn’t have to share everything. They need individual attention too. It takes longer this way, but my girls are worth it. I enjoy spending time with them. Someone already bathed and changed them for the night. My job was to feed and love on them.
As I open the door to the master bedroom, Brendon’s weeping fills my ears. Rah looks up from his cock and announces. “Three ejaculations mistress.”
I press the button to lift the throne back to a sitting position. “Three? Well, that’s a pleasant surprise.”
Brendon’s temples and forehead are covered in blood tears. I lean close and lick the blood. It’s like licking icing off a plate. Sweet, tortured blood.
“Sweet, sweet Brendon. Can you give me one more?”
He whimpers, gasps as I lift his limp cock and admits in defeat. “Yes, my queen.”
I kiss the corner of his mouth. “Good boy.”
I turn to Rah and smile at her as I say. “Go grab the pink devil cock from the treasure chest.” The devil cock from Bad Dragon is one of my favorite dildos. He’s thick, ridged and has a pointed tip that can be a bit hard on the cervix if you can get him that deep.
I add, “He’ll need a lot of lube too.”
I turn to Jah and ask, “Shall we recline him again for you to straddle his mouth? He must feed again to regain his strength.”
Jah grinned and nodded, but I said to Brendon. “I want her to scream as loudly as you do. Make sure her orgasms are sweet.”
He nodded quickly and I laid him back. Jah straddled his mouth and moaned beautifully as he began working her pussy, even as he jerked and groaned against her as I fondled his sad, limp cock. I lifted the legs of the throne and widened them more as Rah prepared the devil for Brendon’s ass. His hands clenched into fists as I pressed the pointed tip against his tight puckered opening.
He groaned deep as he stretched to accommodate the Devil Monster. It’s got a series of nodules and ridges that create the best feeling inside me. I’d never taken him in my ass, though.
Unlike a butt plug, Devil only gets wider at the base. Brendon groans again as Devil goes balls deep, stretching him wider and wider. Rah grins at me as she fucks Brendon now with gnarly Devil.
I lower my mouth to his limp cock and tease him hard once more. Brendon’s groans become high pitched muffled cries that Jah seems to enjoy. His body jerks against his restraints once more as he tries in vain to protect his sensitive cock. There’s nothing he can do but bear the torture I inflict. I love to tease the underside of his head with my tongue and make him jerk and shiver. God, the noises he’s making are down right feral.
Bless him, that cock thickens for me. For his queen. Who knew I’d love to sexually torture males? But this is my kink.
I also enjoy forcing orgasms from my females too. Knowing exactly how it feels to be spread open, vulnerable and secured completely. Displayed for anything that wants a taste or a fuck. I love to pull a lovely set of labia open and expose that sensitive nub for my pleasure. I love the shuttering groans and feminine shrieks as I torment them. I love the control.
The first sweet bite on his cock is by far the best. I cut him just under his flare and take a long draw of the sweetest vampire blood before my saliva heals him. I pull off him with a gasp.
“Gods Brendon. That was amazing.” Almost as good as orgasmic fae blood. Almost. I must have more. My fangs open a deeper slice of Brendon’s head and he screams as blood shoots into my mouth.
So sensually delicious. Yeah, I’m about to lose control here. Poor Brendon is about to understand the true sense of pain mixed with pleasure. I take him deep and lay a series of puncture marks in his shaft as I go. He’s screaming against Jah’s pussy. I think Jah is cumming now.
I pull out to the tip, healing and drinking as I do. Then I lay a series of bites on his tip only to lick the blood that wells up on it. The marks heal so I need to bite him again. He’s jerking, bucking and screaming as I abuse his cock.
I’m full of his strong blood now. It’s time to drink his cum and start my night. My fangs retract, and I focus only on his pleasure now. He sobs against a moaning Jah as he now focuses on feeding from her drenched pussy.
His cock kicks as he takes his first draw from her. She gasps a high-pitched squeal. He will give as good as he got. As a matter of fact, I think I’ll take my book and leave him with my nymphs for a few hours. He’ll do great harm, but he won’t damage them. He deserves it, and my nymphs like it rough.
CHAPTER FIVE
Bat Shit Crazy
I don’t see Brendon until the sun is just about to rise. I’m sitting on the rooftop deck with Gregory, Emilio and Lucas when he joins us. He walks right up to me. Fists my hair and gives me a hard, dominating kiss. He pulled back abruptly and whispered, “Thank you, My Queen.” I smirked knowingly at him.
Gregory chuckled as Lucas says in his Australian accent. “Someone finally got blessed tonight.”
Brendon’s golden gaze held mine for a heartbeat before he replied. “She was worth the wait.”
Lucas snorted. “I’ve never had the patience to wait for long.”
Emilio cleared his throat before saying seriously. “Speaking of patience.”
Brendon sat down on the couch next to me and took my hand in his. A sweet gesture from a sweet male. Such a romantic. If I’m not careful, he might capture my heart. I guess that wasn’t fair of me to think. I loved all my males in my own way. They provided for me and protected me.
I haven’t made love to anyone except Alexei since my high fae lover Lukenon took my virginity. Brendon came close to that tonight. Maybe that’s why I tortured his cock so thoroughly. I can’t afford to catch the feels for any of my males right now. Not when I’m so close to escape.
Realizing that all my males were looking at me now, I shook myself out of my thoughts and asked, “What?”
Emilio repeated. “Narella requested your high fae male for last meal.”
I stiffened. “No.” I’m surprised how calm and firm my voice is. Calm and steady isn’t usually my go to when it comes to Narella.
Gregory shifts uncomfortably and looks at his fine
Italian loafers. My gaze meets Emilio’s. “That bitch as blown through my fae gifts. My mating gifts, not hers. She has no right to their bodies. Why can’t you see that?”
Gregory says to his feet. “Try to put yourself in her…”
“No. Because soon I will be in her shoes. When Alexei finds a new breeding female and sets me aside like he’s done to Narella, I certainly won’t destroy her wedding gifts.”
Emilio lifted his palms. “Alexei would never…”
“Bullshit Emilio. You know as well as I do, he’s collecting females. He’ll have the mountain full of pregnant females in luxurious cells if given half a chance.”
Emilio interrupted, but I talked right over him. “No, don’t sugarcoat it. I can’t deal with more lies. I know the Blood Court has the other females from the breeding program that created me. I know there were several successful breedings beside my mothers. If the offspring transitioned like I did, there’s a high possibility that Alexei is breeding them even as he rejuvenates. You were there, Emilio. At the blood court. So tell me. Am I right?”
He didn’t need to say anything. His face told me I’d hit the nail on the head. He simply said, “I can’t deny her, Nevaeh. Gregory and me were part of her harem before we were yours.”
I straightened and said, “I get that too. But if you care about Narella at all, you better come up with an alternative to providing her with anymore of my fae gifts. If Wren isn’t down there waiting on me next time I visit, I’ll fucking kill her.”
All four males jerked straight as they regarded me with alarm. I whispered. “I swear I’ll kill her.”
Gregory spoke now. “To kill another female over something as trivial as a fae meal would bring serious repercussions, Nevaeh. You know this.”
“I know the laws regarding the murder of a female vampire and I’m still telling you, if she touches my fae gifts… She’s dead meat.”
Females were so precious that the Blood Court ruled that any male who murders a female would have his entire line scrubbed. He’d be executed along with all male heirs. His female children, if there were any, would be locked up at court and used primarily for breeding. That was before females became the property of her mate, like I was.
Emilio offered, “What about one of the high fae females?”
I snapped. “Dead meat.”
Gregory offered, “What if she promises not to kill her?”
I glared, “Any fang on any of my fae gifts will result in dead meat. Am I clear?”
There were slow nods from both males. I didn’t need to check in with Lucas and Brendon. Those males were exclusively mine. Alexei must have realized that Narella and I wouldn’t enjoy sharing a harem, so I got the Australian who caught my eye at our mating ceremony and his good friend, Brendon.
I sighed and offered lightly. “If it’ll help, I’ll explain it to her.”
Narella was cunning, and she had Gregory and Emilio wrapped around her tiny fang. Gregory once said Narella was crazy. That’s why Alexei kept her locked up under the mountain so long after her fertile years. Yeah, she’s crazy… like a fox.
“No, no. You need not bother yourself with her. We’ll take care of it.”
That’s what I thought. They dreaded facing Narella to tell her no more fae treats, but it frightened them both to imagine me telling her that same news. Our last visit didn’t go well, so I can’t blame them. However, it makes my threats to kill Narella valid in these males eyes. I also didn’t trust them not to go ahead and deliver Wren to their first queen. If they crossed me, I needed to act quickly.
I needed to free my fae, even if that means they will jail me with delightful Narella as my constant neighbor for the next fifty years. It’s the least I could do for them. They’d suffered enough at the hands of vampires.
Maybe the griffin will take them all home to the Fae Realm. Maybe they could get their lives back. I’d pay for my crimes, but maybe it won’t be that bad. Maybe I could get Narella to commit suicide by annoying her to death. I know how to get under her jealous skin.
My males retired below. Gregory and Emilio to console poor Narella. Lucas and Brendon to their beds. I stayed on the rooftop deck saying I would have last meal with the humans before retiring myself. They had no reason not to believe me. The sun’s morning rays were just beginning to burn my retinas.
I walked over to where Mason sat crouched and ready to pounce. I reached up and began to climb his powerful marble body until I came face to face with him. I leaned in and kissed his snarling nose. “It’s time, Mason. I’m freeing the fae today. No man… err… statue left behind. If you’re real like my males fear you are, please don’t kill us. Just take to the air and flee.”
I dropped back down to the ground and fiddled with the locks on the chains. No key, no area to put a key in, but I knew this already. Alexei once showed me how the magical locks worked. There was a thumb button you pressed. It pricked your finger and read your blood. It didn’t open for Alexei when he showed me.
He explained, “Someone who loves the captive can only open the locks. One must love the creature that’s chained to free it.”
Did I love a statue of a gargoyle? Well, I guess I’m about to find out. I press my thumb deep and feel the prick as it stabs my thumb. The lock releases.
What does that say about me? I released the chains, letting them fall to the rooftop deck, and stepped back. Well, if Mason was a living gargoyle, I might feel less loony about this whole realization.
I took another step back and searched for any signs of life within the statue. Nothing moved, twitched or glowed. Nothing. What had I expected? He was a statue, always been a statue and I’m a romantic for thinking he could be anything else.
I snorted, “I guess this proves I’m bat shit crazy, Mason.”
Maybe I deserved my opulent cell under the mountain because what I’m about to do next is bat shit for sure. Time to free a bloodthirsty, vengeful, vampire hating griffin. I glance back at the silent statue, “Well… goodbye, Mason.”
~~~
I sat in the downstairs kitchen with Jules, Miley, and Jonas as I ate breakfast for dinner. The days of gourmet Mediterranean food were gone with Cara. Jonas made waffles as Jules cut fruit, cooked sausage and eggs. Miley squeezed fresh oranges as I sat and made small talk with them.
They seemed happy, their lives progressing as they’d planned. They’d be gone before the Blood Court released Alexei from his duty. I didn’t have to wonder if they missed him. They mourned him, much like I did.
I sipped the glass of orange juice Miley set in front of me. “You know he’ll find you when he comes back. He loves each of you.”
Jonas pulled a waffle from the press and glanced at me. “So what you’re saying is… we better not waste the opportunity he’s given us.”
I smirked at Jonas. He was a beautiful, dark-skinned man with short dreadlocks and beautiful hazel eyes. He also has a carefree, fun personality. “Exactly.” I pointed my fork at him.
Jules sighed and added. “I can just see him slipping up beside my ninety-year-old deathbed and asking me, ‘Jules? Did you live a fulfilled life?” She mimicked Alexei perfectly. Even got his head tilt and accent down.
Miley snickered. “That would be dreadful, Jules.”
Her grin faded, though. She ran a hand through her long blonde hair. Blonde hair not unlike my own. Miley said, “I don’t know about you two but I always hoped that he’d turn us.”
My grin faded then. “You don’t want to be a crow, Miley. They’re not much more than reanimated corpses.”
Gregory and Emilio came through the kitchen and Emilio asked, “What’s this?”
I shrugged, not sure if he heard our conversation or was asking me why I was still awake. Jonas saved me by asking about crows. Gregory answered their questions honestly.
“Nevaeh’s right. They’re mindless creatures that should have never been created. They outnumber us by the thousands. Can’t control their bloodlust. It wouldn’t be a blessing t
o be turned Miley. It’s a curse for a mind as brilliant as yours.”
Jules whispered. “I’d give anything just to not be afraid anymore.”
They rescued poor Jules from being sex trafficked in Greece. She was just twelve when she was taken, fifteen when Alexei discovered her. Today our olive skinned, petite Jules is twenty-one. She sees a therapist who comes to the island once a week, and she still suffers anxiety about leaving the island.
I pushed my plate away and announced, “Well, I’m heading to bed now.”
Gregory and Emilio watched me closely as I went up the stairs. Fuck. Those two were up to something. Were they on to me? They’re never up this late in the day. I checked in on the twins and nodded to the nymphs. The humans would be up here soon to take the twins for the day. They usually took them downstairs and carried them around as they cleaned, cooked and did their studies. Humans were easy to dodge, but Gregory and Emilio wouldn’t be.
The nymphs followed me to the master suite. We had a bit more privacy in there, as it was soundproof.
“Gregory and Emilio are still up.”
Jah gasped, “What? Why?”
I shrugged and looked at Rah who mimicked my shrug with wide eyes. I sighed, “Look, I’m going to release all of you today. Hopefully, the griffin will take you all back to the Fae Realm with him.”
Rah whispered, “Hopefully the griffin won’t eat you for what Alexei did to him.”
I winced. “I’m trying not to think of that right now.”
Jah whispered hopefully. “Alexei survived him.”
I rolled my eyes. “Alexei has fighting skills. I don’t. I’ve never been in a fistfight before, not even a hair pulling one. I fight with my mind.”
Rah offered, “Maybe you should slip out before we let the griffin loose.”
I shook my head. “No. If he flips out and starts killing, I’ll try to keep his attention while you get the high fae, wolves and faun out through the house. Once in fresh air, the high fae can shape-shift. Hopefully, they can get you all off the island as giant birds or something.”
I yawned. “I need to rest. Monitor the males. When it’s clear that they’ve retired for the day, wake me.”
