Dark Magic

by Sasha Satori

  Chapter 5

  Valentina

  The dining table is beautiful, it has a masterfully carved rectangular polished wood dining table in the center. The table looks large enough to sit an entire army. Several lit candelabras are lined down the center. The room has a sultry glow from the various lit candles emitting their incandescent light. "What's with all these doors?" I ask, as Axel pulls out my chair, which is on the right side of the head of table chair. Axel sits at the head of table, as servants bustle in with venison porridge, fresh baked bread and butter, portobello chicken with green beans and mashed potatoes. I’m served a picturesque strawberry mojito, that was a sweet gesture from Axel. Delicious, steamy food just keeps on coming. "Vampires have superior hearing, it keeps private information, private. I have sound proofed every room in the estate." Interesting, Axel has a secretive steak. My profiling skills are taking note of everything, I'm guilty of binge watching an oldie show called 'Forensic Files', a show from the golden years. "Except you didn’t soundproof my room." I remind him. He gives me a seductive glance as he watches me begin eating, "Your chambers are indeed soundproof, for all but me. After dinner when I undress you, and devour you like the decadent, dessert you are, don't get shy about vocally expressing your euphotic pleasure." I nearly choke on the portabella chicken I was chewing, I hastily swallow, and take a sip of my mojito, "When was the last time you got laid, Axel?" He gives me a puzzled look, "Laid? What is this?" I'm talking to a grandpa, I sigh, "You know, play hide the sausage, horizontal tango, bump pretties till your willy gets the tinglies? I'm guessing it has either been a very long time or you just are the leg humping, horndog type. Due to the fact, that I have done nothing except, physically assault you, call you mean names and express my general displeasure with having to endure your presence, yet you prepare this extravagant feast, give me strawberry mojitos, and your eyes twinkle with barely restrained desire. I mean, seriously, didn’t anyone ever have 'the birds and the bees' talk with you? Bees fly to happy, welcoming flowers to pollinate, not thorny, poisonous nightshade or the Venus flytraps that will eat them alive." Axel laughs out loud, a rusty but almost contagious sound. "What can I say, my heart, this bee lives dangerously. I'm sure any death you give would be well worth it, as long as the last thing I see is your beautiful face." I feel butterflies in my belly at the sweet compliment from Axel, "That gets me right here," I tap on my heart, "Such a charmer." His face grows serious, "Charmer, I am not. Make no mistake Valentina, I am king of all vampires, of the Killers United because I kill, maim and fight superlative then all others. I dominate them through brute strength. I have been alive for almost two millennia, my mind is fragmented, madness and rage will forever be my dark shadow. At times I look around and don’t remember where I am or how I got there. I look down to see my hands blood soaked, dead bodies at my feet. No beautiful love songs will ever be written about me, only the blues, for I am what the monsters fear in the night. I am the villain." He finishes, with the madness he just spoke of leeching a fanatical fervor in the timber of his deep voice. Red veins moving in the whites of his eyes, make goosebumps line my flesh, Axel, words echo in the hollow of my mind. That is the exact reason I haven't blasted my magic and escaped. He has immortal life to hunt my friends and I down, the resources and power to destroy our lives. Gemma and Fabio don’t deserve that kind of life. Forever, on the run. I essentially, traded my life, for theirs. A tale as old as time, the beauty and the wicked beast holding her captive, all so that her loved ones may live.

  "Will you ever let me go?" I ask somberly, a deep sadness rising in me. I know the answer, but I need to hear it. Kind of like a death row inmate that still has hope of a pardon before they are sent to die. "Never. Never will I let you go." Is his immediate, fiercely possessive reply, "…though, I do want you to be happy with your new life with me. I could tell you what you really are, help you grow your magic. You must know you are not human. Your friends could move here and became protected guests of mine. Protected, well-fed, sheltered. After all, just last night a horde of Z-landers decimated the town adjacent to yours. It’s only a matter of time before their frail human bodies succumb to the savagery of the world." Shit, the rumors said they were close but not that close. My food completely forgotten, I abruptly stand up, "Axel, you need to take me home now! The Z-landers could have already made it into town. I must be with them, there is only so long my wards will hold for. They need me!" I feel tears wetting my cheeks, I couldn’t help it if I tried. Axel lift his hand to my cheek… he wipes a tear from my cheek and slowly brings it to his mouth, he licks it off his thumb pad. "This is your home. I am your home. Tell me you accept your new life with me. That I will not have to confine and threaten you for your obedience, that you acknowledge me as your king… and mate. Be my queen, until death never does us apart." My mind is reeling. Ping ponging between my friends being in danger, and Axel saying to accept him as a… mate. To be his queen? That sounded like a proposal. "I was told vampires, only have one mate, an Altra Metra. Why would you ask me to be your mate, your queen?" Axel stands and crowds me, his hand grips the hair at the nape of my neck, gently pulling it back to meet his hungry eyes. "Because, a moon is more likely to go on without an earth. A fish without water. A bird without wings. A sun without fire. You see, there is no me without you. You may hate me at first, but I can't and never will let you go." I feel my eyes burn, conflicting emotions churning like volcanic lava. He leans a hair width away from my lips, "Save your friends, grow your magic, rule by my side, tell me you're mine." It’s not said as a question, but a statement, a demand. Do I resign myself to a life with a self-proclaimed villain to protect my friends, to finally find out who I am? "Say it." He growls, as his eyes begin to darken, and the pull on my hair at the base of my neck begins to burn. Who am I kidding, just a moment ago I accepted my fate here with him, for Gemma and Fabio don't live forever on the run. If he will help my friends and tell me what I am, there is no other answer, "I'll be yours…" I breath out.

  A blinding smile lights Axels face, long, white fangs descend, "You're already mine." he snarls, as a stab of red hot pain, follows in the wake of his bite to my neck, I gasp and push him away on reflex. My limbs begin to feel extremely heavy; a bone deep relaxation takes hold. Headier than a shot of morphine. Bubbles of desire begin rising to the surface, I hear his primal growls of pleasure vibrating against my neck, he takes hungry pulls of my life force. My arms wrap around his neck, as I move my head all the way to the side to give him better access. His arms have a bruising grip on my ass cheeks, as he lifts me up, I feel his hardness in between us, pulsating as his hips gyrate into me. He leans me up against the wall, supporting my weight with his hips. His hands expertly massage my breasts, then knead my nipples. They bead upwards for more of his ministrations. My hands move up to his hair, I feel myself grip his hair tightly, then roam down to his back. Absent of coherent thoughts, my nails morph into black sharp tipped claws. With a hungry need born from primal desire and instinct, I dig them deep in his back, clawing them all the way down. His silk shirt tears like melted butter, my claws piercing deeply into his flesh. Warm drops of his blood coat my fingers. Axel lets out a loud, guttural moan of pleasure, his body, trembling in staccato jerking movements. Dark tendrils of my magic, begin snaking around Axels shoulder, catching him off guard, they ferociously pull him down to his knees. A dark desire, has me pulling up my gowns skirt, I lift my leg and rest it on top of his shoulder, in a throaty voice, over enunciating my 'ss' I purr, "Desssert is sserved." Axel is looking up at me, mouth slightly open, like he is looking at a goddess in the flesh, his eyes roam down to my silken underwear. He savagely tears them off me, and emits a dizzying growl, that sounds part animal. His warm lips are laving up and down my slit, he begins tongue fucking my channel. I sharp cry escapes me, as I feel my leg that is supporting me turn to jelly. Axels lifts my other leg, and puts it over his other shoulder, my hands are fisted onto his hair. His mouth begins sucking and rhythmically licking my clit, my thig
hs tighten hard around his head, my body goes into a violent bone- melting quiver. A soul shattering orgasm has my fevered body come onto Axels relentless tongue. My ears are ringing from my cries of pleasure. My legs still on each side of Axels head supported by Axels muscled shoulders, I feel Axel dry fucking the air, craving friction, craving his own release. He slowly puts me back on my feet as he stands. His head bends down to my lips, as he slides his tongue into them.

  One hand is gripped on to the nape of my neck pulling me into his savage kiss, I'm completely consumed by his savage possession. His other hand begins to unbutton his black dress slacks, in the next moment I feel his bare, velvet steel gliding back and forth between my slit. He hungrily pistons back and forth. I feel him grab the tip to guide himself inside me, pins and needles tingle up my back. Reality hits hard, dousing my blind lust into a manageable throb. "Wait…" I breathlessly whisper, as I shove him backwards. My eyes trail down to his thick pulsating cock, that looks swollen to a painful degree. His hand is stroking it back and forth. I clear my throat, "I think we're moving too fast, let’s just…take things a little slower." I say breathlessly. My eyes inch up from looking at an invisible piece of lint on my sleeve hem. Axels pupils are swirling crimson and silver, the whites of his eyes are filled with red veins trailing to his pupils and glowing phosphorescence green. Once that would have been extremely unsettling, now, it’s just an eccentric part of Axel. "Take it slow?" He snarls in disbelief. "My cock is about to fall off! You'd have me hand fuck myself, when your warm, tender, silk heat is ripe for the fucking!" Axel roars, spittle flying, black seeping into his eyes. Violence a sharp edge in his voice. I guess vampire kings, don’t take too kindly to be cock teased. To say Axel is sexually flustered, may be the understatement of the next few centuries. "I didn’t plan this! I just met you-, or more accurately I should say was recently kidnapped by you! My friends are in danger right now, things went too far. Just…just, give me time, please?" Axel lets out a thunderous roar, like a lion in the savannah, roar. The sound is worse than scratching nails on a chalk board. I expect chunks of ceiling to break off and die a gory death from blunt force trauma to the head. My hands grip my ears, as my eyes tightly close and my face scrunches up. I hear the doors splinter close with a deafening bang. My eyes slowly squint open to see Axel is gone. The once beautiful ornate heavy wooden doors are barely hanging onto their hinges. They lay lopsided, with sharp broken shards of splintered wood protruding.

  Axel

  After leaving Valentina, in a completely sated state. My rage propels me out from the dining hall. I manage to painfully maneuver my throbbing, rock solid dick from a vertical position to a smashed sideways in my slacks position. I was on the verge of fucking shit up with my Altra Metra, do violence that would have solved my current predicament. But no, fucking feelings! Gahh, weakness! This weakness disgusts me with a passion of a thousand suns! Motherfucking bullshit. The memory of her sweet nectar on my tongue, her moans of pleasure, her sharp, claws that slashed my back open, fuck, its only making my dick throb to a fiercely painful level. Physical pain, I delight in, surpassing the illusion of physical and mental torture, it’s the best self-help advice to build character. This, this is just going against nature, swimming up a raging river with a broken paddle, unfulfilled basic instinctual urge to fuck, that is worse than the millennia of sexless centuries. Murder and rage are my go-to emotions. Anything to ease this painful urge to fuck Valentina completely mute. That is my new immortal life goal, to fuck her stupid. For she is unable to form words or sentences like, 'take it slow', take it motherfucking, slow? When my cock is about to enter her! I am almost two millennia old, I'm not in fucking grade school testing my virginal limits!

  I trace to my thrown room, I grab a couple bottles of ricinsia, and my gold-plated magnum gun. There is something about the cool feel of the metal that calms me, almost a kinship, we both were made for murder. Mayhap these bottles of ricinsia will bring a semblance of relief to my hard dick. Extracted ricin, a deadly poison, is one of the rare substances that can have an intoxicating, euphoric effect on vampires if consumed in large quantities, thank the devils for that. I sit on my throne, more restless than ever, taking large gulps of ricinsia. After finishing the first bottle rather quickly. I begin downing the second. I pause to look around at the empty dance cages and stripper poles in front of my throne. My throne room, I am the fucking vampire king, not some castrated lout under a pussy spell. "Bring me a carnal vessel!" I loudly command. My staff knows not to disturb me with their presence, but too sure as fuck hear me when I want something. One of my servants appears, "Yes, my liege. Any preference?" Preference, I prefer my vexatious mate to want to fuck me. "I don't fucking care who, just ensure she does not utter a single spoken word." He bows low, "Yes, my king." He's gone in the next second. A feeling of wrongness makes my chest tighten. Oh, fuck no, Axel Steel does not have a moral compass! So what if I fuck a side piece, when my Altra Metra leaves me with a painful erection, that’s justified. My jaw clenches as I steel myself to see this through, she missed her chance to pleasure me, the honor is now for another. I can't let her win; she is ruining me piece by piece. For fuck sakes, feelings and morals? I should abdicate the thrown for those weaknesses. I see a brown-haired woman, in fuchsia pink lingerie strutting to me. Her seven-inch stripper heels have her walking like a fucking newborn baby fawn. I notice her hair is a mousy brown, how am I supposed to pretend she's Valentina? Valentina has gossamer, golden chestnut strands of perfection, under the light they are blinding in beauty. I remember the night I first saw her, her beauty struck me with the ferocity of a lightning bolt to the heart. My golden goddess. I sound like a lovesick puppy, which further sours my mood. The human stands in front of me, with a hungry smile. Disgusting. Thank the devils, she isn't speaking, "Crawl to me, on your hands and knees." I bark. She quickly obeys, how boring. Valentina had her black tendrils bring me to my knees, to pleasure her. Such a lush, yet she wants to 'take it slow'. The human, stops at my feet, waiting for her next command, "Undress." She stands, too eagerly, taking off her brassier slowly in a lame attempt at seduction, then she turns around and slides off her leg stockings, her ass facing me. She glides out of her matching thong, and bends all the way down, legs spread wide, her shaved pussy and asshole are on display. Mine for the taking. My once hard, throbbing dick has all but gone completely flaccid. She ruined me! My impotence is turning my rage like a stew in a boiling cauldron. I take several deep gulps of ricinsia. I close my eyes and picture Valentina in my mind’s eye, her face when she came, her taste. My cock starts to harden, again. I feel hands, touching my knees. My eyes snap open, and glare at the human massaging my knees, completely naked. Flaccid dick again. My hand that still has my gold magnum gun lifts, the human freezes with a look of alarm. "Suck it like you would my cock." I growl in frustration. She grips the base, her brown eyes meeting mine, and starts deep, throating the entire gun barrel. The tight feeling in my chest, starts throbbing in a fast, staccato pace, like my heart is being grounded into broken glass. I chug down the rest of the bottle of ricinsia and smash it against the wall. My eyes feel like they will start bleeding as I force myself to watch the human mouth fuck the golden barrel. My dick is as soft as a motherfucking noodle. This is all wrong. Instead of pleasure this feels worst then needles to my eyes. I force myself to endure it. To overcome it. I try to imagine Valentina is the women, but nothing, my mind isn't so easily fooled, neither is my soul connection, apparently it has mushy fucking feelings about me trying to fuck another woman. "Leave." I bark in frustration. Her hands reach to unzip, my already unbuttoned slacks, "My king, let my mouth and body, pleasure you. I will do anything. Anything for you..."

  Valentina

  After Axel left, I sulked in my own little pity party for a few moments. Feeling an itsy bit guilty that I basically forced him to his knees to pleasure me until I had a mind shattering orgasm. Then when his painfully engorged manaconda was about to enter me, I basically sprayed snake repellent in its
eyeballs. So apparently, I'm a taker and not a giver in the sack. Who knew? I never had sex, or any noteworthy sexual experiences. The way my magic transformed my nails to sharp tipped claws and scraped Axels back like a nail filer, now that is worrisome. If I ever lost control like that with a human man, I would permanently maim him. I am starting to sympathize with the black widow spider, they mate with their partner, then kill the male. Maybe, she just couldn’t control herself, like instincts. You know, the circle of life and all that. I still feel like shit though. Poor Axel, his mansicle looked like it really was hurting. I should say sorry, I mean, he did abduct me, and he didn’t apologize. Whatever, I am going to lead by positive example, after I apologize for accidently cock teasing him, we can go on a rescue mission for my peeps. I contort my way out of the broken doors, Axel really needs anger management. I'm going to bring that observation up to him in a really calm, mature way, maybe he will decide to seek help. Sometimes I surprise myself with what a good person I am, like, when my chip breaks in my salsa, I always send in a rescue chip. If by chance Axel, goes into a manopausal induced rage, as I suspect he will when I share my anger management recommendation, perhaps a very small part of me is going to be shamelessly entertained munching on a metaphorical bulk sized bag of popcorn while I point and laugh at him. Seriously though, it's so cute when his man nuggets get in a twist, well, more like Viking sized meat balls, attached to an overstuffed thick, extra-long calzone- I think I'm still hungry. I giggle out loud, my silent musings sometimes take a sharp left on crazy lane. I wander aimlessly through the dim halls. I hear a barely, audible ruffle behind me, "Come out already. I know you’re there." I stop to say. A man dressed in butler attire glides out from a darkened alcove. "Yes, Ms. Valentina?" I roll my eyes at him, but secretly I'm immensely relieved this dude isn't Sebs. "Where's Axel?" The vampire looks like he is going to shut me down quick. I need to find Axel and hurry his little pow wow along, my friends need me. I quickly blurt out, "We had some unfinished business. He told me to immediately find him, once I was ready to… and I quote," I air quote with my fingers, "'Shut your pie hole, and suck my dick like you've been poisoned, and will die in minutes, if you don’t get the only antidote… which must be physically sucked from my shlong.'" I say in my best, deep, manly, Axel voice impersonation. Butler vamp has a very skeptical look on his face. I continue on, "You know I'm his special lady guest, if he finds out I was denied access to carnally worship his body," I lean in, and whisper in a hushed voice, "he'll get really mad, maybe even… homicidal." Butler vamp must see the truth in that at least, "He is in his throne room, follow me." Yay, white little lies really have a way of getting people to do what you want. I follow him through a maze of left and right turns. When we reach an elevator, he slides an ID badge on a wall scanner, the elevator pings open. We board and are quickly lowered to the ground level. As we exit, I see the familiar lobby and area leading to the throne room, from the night of the party. The night that changed my life. We stop at the impressive metal doors that lead to the throne room. Butler vamp turns to me, "Wait here a moment." I have been wasting plenty of 'moments', Gemma and Fabio could be in danger. He lifts his hand to knock, I stealthily go around him, and push through the unlocked door. I hear his protests behind me, as I run in and take in this massive 'room', unlike last time it's completely empty. My eyes are drawn by their own volition to Axels throne, just like last time our eyes snap together like inseparable magnets…then I register the completely naked women with her hands in his pants.