Lonely Vampire Prince

by Milana Jacks

“No problem, master.”

  “Prince.”

  “What?’

  “You may call me ‘my prince.’ Practice now.”

  “Yes, my prince.”

  “Very good.” He leans back, his erection on full display. Sevile is huge. I can tell from the tent his thing makes in his pants. “How do you wish to serve your prince?”

  “However the prince needs me to serve.” A brownie would say this. It’s what Sevile wants to hear.

  “And you will. Kneel.”

  I do and rest my hands on his knees. He takes them and puts them over his hard middle. “Do you want to see what’s behind the pants?”

  “No.”

  “Liar.”

  “Okay, maybe.”

  He leans back and interlocks his fingers behind his neck. “Go on and see.”

  I pop the button and push down the zipper. I expect underpants, but he doesn’t wear any, so when I move the soft fabric of his pants, his manhood presents itself. It springs up and points to his belly. Having never seen a man’s package before, I stare. Fairies aren’t prudes, but since I walked the land wingless, nobody wanted me.

  Sevile

  My sweet princess kneels before me with her wide green eyes. I presume she’s never seen a dick before, precisely why I asked her to get better acquainted with mine from the start. I can hardly believe she’s here and finally mine. Revenge is a dish best served hot. She refused my attentions once, but never again. I’m gonna show her what she’s been missing out on, what it’s like to be loved and cherished and fucked well so that the only thing on her mind will be regret. In a week, she’ll apologize for refusing me and beg me to fill her pussy over and over again.

  I inhale a hint of her arousal. I want to impale her onto me. When her little finger traces my slit and trails down my length, and when she tries closing her small fist around my big dick, I groan. “Put it inside your mouth.”

  She doesn’t. The princess stares at me in wonder. If she keeps looking at it like that, my cock will burst. “Aren’t you curious what it tastes like? Go ahead, give it a lick, and remember you agreed to this when you walked through the door. You should not sign an all-inclusive agreement for ten years unless you know you will win that which you desire most in the world. What is it that you desire, hm?”

  Instead of answering, Maya brings my cock to her mouth and sticks her little tongue out. She licks from the base to the top, then back again. Now, about the fae tongue. It’s not soft; the surface is rough like a kitten’s. I grip the armrests so my hands don’t wander into her hair, push down her head, and choke her on my dick.

  “That’s nice,” I say. “Again.”

  The princess licks and lingers on my mushroom top, flicking the sensitive skin with the tip of her rough little tongue. Her mouth closes over it, and I nearly leap out of my chair. Nine years this cock hasn’t seen a mouth or a pussy. A grudge fuck is overdue.

  She sucks my dick like it’s a popsicle. I don’t care that she’s fumbling and slobbering when it feels fantastic, and my balls are drawing up as her warm mouth cradles my cock and glides up and down. Her cheeks dent in an attempt to suck me dry. The princess is a natural. My hand flies to her cheek, and I lean in as I caress it. It is then that I see she’s playing with her little pussy.

  “Sweet…girl, do you need help?”

  She bobs her head and doesn’t answer.

  I run my thumb over her pointy nipple. Her tit fits into my hand. I lick my thumb and circle her nipple. She sighs, and I twist the bud before moving on to the other one.

  This one, I pinch. Hard.

  Maya widens her eyes and swallows the tip of my cock.

  I groan. “You’re doing great, baby.” I cradle the back of her head, fisting her silky hair. Gods, she’s beautiful and made for me. Everything about her is delicate, silky, smooth and…well, fairy. I understand every motherfucking vampire who wants a fairy bride. They are created for us with their little mouths and magical pussies made for big teeth to pierce and fuck and ravage.

  That was exactly what I whispered to her on our wedding day. I said I’d ravage her, and I claimed her right then and there. In return, she rejected me at the altar. But now she’s here, sucking my cock. And she likes doing it, and she definitely likes playing with her pussy. I smile at the yellow sparkles of magic emerging in her eyes and inhale her arousal laced with a bit of dread when my fangs elongate. My balls tighten, and my load releases down her throat.

  Relieved, I close my eyes and lean back in my chair. I tap my lap. “Sit, so I can feed.”

  Maya

  Feed. I swallow the bitter taste of his cum and force my heart to slow down. All I need to do is to please the prince. My time is running out. The feathers on my skin itch, which means they’re already fading. I’ve got one or two nights to find my wings, but no more. Reluctantly, I crawl up into his lap.

  “Thank you,” he says.

  How odd that he thanks his pets. “Welcome.”

  “I’m starving,” he says.

  Feeding is part of serving a vampire. I knew this when I walked in here, but fear paralyzes me, and I fist my hands. Feeding hurts so much. Those fang marks throb in the skin long after he’s done.

  “You seem frightened. Why have you come if you are frightened? I have to wonder if your family forced you.”

  “I think everyone is scared the first time,” I lie. It wouldn’t be the first time.

  “I will take from your wrist.”

  So he won’t be so cruel with a human me as he’s been with fairy me, his bride nonetheless. On our wedding day, the prince wore black attire with silver armor all over his body and a pair of swords attached to his hip. If that didn’t look scary enough, he shrugged on a black cape as he entered our hall. Behind the prince trailed an army of hooded black capes, and more than a few fairies gasped. The scent of death had swept the room, and under my veil, I’d pinched my lips and wanted to plug my nose so that the smell of their fear didn’t burn my lungs. Even when he walked into the sanctuary of holy matrimony covered in armor, and even when my knees shook, I still intended to fulfill my fairy princess duty and marry the vampire prince.

  He ripped off my veil and said he would ravage me.

  I remember the butterflies in my stomach.

  I clearly remember thinking him handsome and getting caught up in his power.

  Until the red bled into the blue of his eyes, his face changed into something horrific, and his nostrils flared, his fangs dropping. I screamed and tried to get away when he jabbed his fangs into my neck. I screamed and screamed, but he wouldn’t let up. He drank his fill while the vampires cheered and the fairies grew quiet.

  After that “greeting,” we stood next to each other, hand in hand, and while mine trembled, his squeezed tight as if not to let me get away. As the holy fairy announced our marriage and started asking if I would marry the prince—only for the purpose of following tradition since they presumed I would because I should—I said no. The holy fairy made me repeat it several times. Once for me, once for the audience, and once more for my stepmother. I didn’t have to repeat it for the prince because the moment I said the first no, he glared at me. How could I marry such a male? I bled from my neck. Not that I was concerned about my neck at the time.

  Offended, the vampire king demanded retribution and punishment. He said arrangements had already been made and that his son had prepared the best rooms, and had bought a property in anticipation of housing the fairy princess. My stepmother tried to make weak excuses for me, saying I was concerned about my safety on earth since the humans didn’t know vampires existed. At the accusation that she dared to question my safety at the hands of his son, the king drew his swords.

  Sevile asked for my wings, his voice quiet, his command final.

  My dad protested.

  I tried to run.

  My stepmother ripped off my wings and sent them away with the prince. I’ve been trying to get out of Rornia and into the human realm ever since. I’m ne
ar my wings now. I can smell the skies. I lift a trembling hand to his mouth.

  He licks the lines of my veins and all the way to the tips of my fingers, the ones with which I touched myself. He sucks them, and the heat in my core ignites. His nostrils flare, and he growls, coils of red glowing in his eyes. With his gaze on my panties, he moves me closer, one hand at my bottom. He caresses it, and I, to my horror, whimper.

  “That’s a good girl. I want you to play with yourself. Go ahead.”

  He puts my hand between my legs.

  “My bite will be that much better for you if you touch yourself.” He uses my fingers to circle my clit. His voice is intimate, low, and sends shivers up my spine. “Listen to your body. It will not lie to you. Your mind, however, will lie, and your heart, my pet, will definitely betray you. Never listen to your heart. That’s when you get stupid.” His eyes lock on mine, and for a brief second, I believe he knows who I am. I shake off the fear. If he knew, he’d kill me. He wouldn’t take the time to make the feeding better for me.

  I stroke my clit, circle my bud, and under my fingertips, it swells.

  “That a girl,” he whispers. “Give it a light tap.”

  I hit it.

  “Very nice. Does your pussy ache, hurt like it needs something inside it?”

  I keep quiet. I massage my clit faster and rest my head on his shoulder. The smell of fine fabric and vampire drowns me as one of his fingers moves my panties to the side and circles my entrance. “May I dip it inside? Of course I may. You are mine.”

  Sevile pokes my entrance, but only a little, then slowly glides his index finger over it, teasing me. My walls flutter, and I rub my clit faster. My left hand, as if it possesses a mind of its own, lifts toward the fangs, which drop over his bottom lip. He licks my wrist again.

  “The sweet smell of virgin’s blood,” he says and closes his eyes. The words “I am going to ravage you,” escape his lips before he bites down.

  I yelp. Heat rushes down my body, and I want to come. Sevile chuckles as he sucks, and I note that I barely felt the bite. I can feel the suction and wonder why I got the cruel vampire Sevile on our wedding day when his pets receive this tender, sexy version.

  On our wedding day, he hurt me. Now, he’s enticing me to come. “Oh,” escapes my lips. The prince groans and replaces my fingers with his. He’s stroking me expertly. His fangs leave my wrist, and he licks it. The wounds close instantly. Not the way it happened on our wedding day. After that, I nursed my bruises for days, fearing they’d never go away.

  “Spread your legs wider,” he orders. “You’re driving me mad.”

  I spread them.

  He palms my pussy. The heel of his hand presses my bud while his finger probes my back entrance.

  Oh no. I close my legs.

  His eyes bleed red again. “I will touch your hole. I will lick it and fuck it. I will do whatever I want with it because you are mine. Now, open your legs.”

  I pout. “You shouldn’t touch me there.”

  “That pouty lip only makes me want to violate you more.” He fists my hair and pulls. At my ear, he whispers, “I will use your body, and there is nothing you can do about it because you are in my service. Isn’t that right? Say yes, my prince, I want you to use my pussy. Say the word pussy.”

  I’m mortified. People don’t talk like this. “Yes, my prince. I want you to eat my…pussy.”

  “Eat? Excellent.”

  The heel of his hand rubs over my clit, and I’m squirming on his lap. “Do you need something?” he asks.

  “Why’re you so chatty? Get me off.” I blush profusely. Oh boy, that slipped past the filter.

  Sevile is amused. “There you are my…girl. Greedy little brat.”

  The finger probes inside my back hole “Oh dear…”

  “It feels good, doesn’t it? Show me how good it is.”

  My chest heaves, my pussy throbs, and I’m panting. Liquid heat rushes down my body, and I throw my head back and scream.

  Chapter Four

  Sevile

  The following night, the welcoming party for the new pets is in full swing. My pet isn’t coming. I made sure nobody told her about it, and yet as I sit in my alcove above the dance floor, I tap my finger, gaze at the door, a strange feeling in my gut. I check the clock on the wall. It’s near midnight. I wonder if she’s sleeping or trying to adjust her internal clock to our nocturnal time. I trust the guards I placed on her would alert me if something was wrong.

  Fairy magic comes from the fairy wings, which produce fairy dust. Maya doesn’t have wings, and her feather markings are fading. I presume her grandmother, the only living family member whose fury I remember from my wedding day, enchanted the princess and allowed her use of some magic, thereby producing the glamour. Come tomorrow, her glamour will fade.

  Orelia reported the princess used some magic when she broke the seal on the jewelry box and stole her jewelry. Never mind that I originally bought the rings for my fairy bride, she shouldn’t have stolen them. If she’d asked, I’d have given her at least one. Because, in the end, for better or worse, no matter her intentions or her refusal of our union, I’d mated the fairy princess.

  I should return her to her home and forget about her, but drinking her blood and tasting her pussy was exquisite. I’m keeping her, and not only because no other will do. To ensure her compliance, I secured her a space. The only acceptable place for her is beside me, in the rooms Orelia and her army prepared last night. The wolves’ handy crew came by during the day to install bars on the windows, which is why the princess slept the night away from me in the pets’ wing. The moment her glamour wears off, she’ll try to flee, hence the barred windows and soldiers casually stationed at every exit.

  Her lack of magic is a problem I’m yet to solve. When her glamour wears off completely, all the vampires will scent her delicious blood. I’ll need to provide a constant source of glamour for her without giving her back her wings. Do I feel bad I’d taken her wings? Not even a little bit. Regret hasn’t crossed my mind. I paid the price. Nine years and no mate. My parents paid too. My mother barely functioned for a year. She hoped for grandkids. It took a toll on all of us.

  Salvatore makes his way to the bar so he can drown his sorrows over not having his pick of the litter of pets. I’m unsure what he’ll do for a decade without having secured access to an open vein, but he knows better than to drink from the townspeople, our customers who frequent our gambling cabins, or the tourists who enjoy hiking up the mountain.

  The DJ turns up the volume. The music booms, and I stick orange swimmer plugs in my ears. People-watching is one of my pastimes, and high above the dance floor behind the glass is my favorite spot to do it from. I see outside, but they can’t see inside. Glancing at the door again, I sip my beer, the taste for alcohol acquired but not necessary. I survive fine on one hearty blood meal a day, though I would enjoy having my fairy five times a day. At the mere thought of the moment my fangs punctured her skin and her sweet liquid hit my taste buds, my dick expands. I push it with the heel of my hand and lick my lips.

  I press a button, and the tinted glass slides away from the alcove. I expect my people to look up. But they don’t. Vampire heads turn toward the door and not toward me. My gaze follows.

  Princess Maya steps into the room. She wears a green dress that barely covers her tits and ass, her hair pulled up and exposing her neck, a blatant invitation in our culture.

  Salvatore whistles and moves toward her. I know the male’s loyal. He’ll escort her up here so I can have dinner. And yet, the idea of anyone with her tonight when I haven’t claimed her body yet makes me see red. I leap from the alcove and land on the dance floor, the flashing lights bothering my eyes. Why I indulge my people with these parties is beyond me.

  The vampires part. Maya is oblivious to me. She bobs her head to the music, a big smile on her face. She—finally—spots me on the other side of the dance floor. She lifts her hand and waves. Oblivious girl. Knows nothing of ei
ther the vampire or human world. My brownie spies inside Rornia tell me that the princess was made into a servant, but everyone knew not to harm her. Here? Well, everyone knows not to harm her. Except for me. I can do what I want with her because she’s mine.

  I stop inches from her and bend my head so she can hear me over the music. “What are you doing here?”

  “I love parties.”

  I run a hand through my hair. “Go back to your room. This isn’t the kind of party you want to attend.”

  “Looks like a party I want to attend, so I’m attending. Excuse me.” She pushes past me, catches up with one of the brownie girls, and grabs a drink from her tray. Maya chugs it, her eyes bugging out at the taste. She grips her throat and hisses. “So good.”

  My fairy is weird. Moonshine is not good. She snatches another shot and tosses it down her throat, drops the shooter glass on the tray, and sways her hips. “You gonna stand there, my prince, or you gonna ask me to dance?”

  Cue everyone’s eyes on me.

  “I don’t dance,” I say.

  “I do,” Salvatore says.

  Laughter booms in the room.

  I close the distance to the princess, hook a hand around her waist, bend my knees, and jump back into the alcove. I close the glass, and we’re alone.

  The alcohol deepens the purple color on her cheeks. The green dress brings out her forest-green eyes. They’re shining, and she pouts, silently protesting that we left the dance floor. She’s very beautiful. Naughty too. I can’t forget that.

  Maya

  Sevile strokes my heating cheeks. This…nook is dark and intimate, made even more intimate once the glass closes and mutes the music. “What are you doing?” I ask before my brain catches up with me. He’s the prince and does whatever he pleases, including removing me from the party.

  The prince narrows his eyes and sits in the royal chair. He grabs a long black cane with a skull screwed on top of it and taps the small wooden table, crossing one ankle over his knee. There’s no other seat in the room. Unsure what to do, I stand there. Probably should’ve stayed in my room.