Mystic Realms: A Limited Edition Collection

by Nicole Morgan

  The two were huge males. Their cock sizes were frightening at first, but the pleasure was so unbelievably beautiful. Once the two of them had taken her, she understood why she had run from her Clan and the boring males there.

  She had quickly become accustomed to their huge sizes…

  Meg couldn’t stop her throbbing fangs from unsheathing any longer. Couldn’t help but inhale softly at those pleasurable memories. She could still feel the erotic softness of the bindings that bit tenderly into her wrists and ankles as her body tightened in awareness when the two male vampires had undressed in front of her. Sinewy muscles bulging in their tree-trunk-like thighs and their powerful arms as they stroked themselves and gazed upon her nakedness. She could still remember how her eyes widened in surprise and shock and even excitement as their flushed cocks grew into strong, thick erections that jutted straight out from between their thighs.

  “You’re awake.” Dark Heart’s deep voice curled around her like ribbons of seductive silk and she had no more reasons to pretend she was asleep. She held her breath as she sensed him leaning closer. A moment later, the blindfold left her. She opened her eyes and he rolled into focus — and she wished he’d left the blindfold on.

  She had hoped to see the lust, the love and the desire he possessed for her. She saw all those emotions clearly. However, there was pain — utterly deep and destructive pain — shimmering there as well. The horrors of what he must have endured because of worry over her slammed into her like an electrical charge.

  The forty years she’d been away had changed him. He was older. His hair longer. Parted in the middle and brushed off to the sides, drifting over his shoulders and down his chest to just above his nipples.

  Megan swallowed. Oh, Vampire Kings! He wasn’t wearing clothing? She tried to move her head, to look down past his waist, to see his engorged cock. But she couldn’t move her head, for they had bound her arms and legs to the table, and fixed a strap over her forehead.

  But what she saw of him made her tremble in appreciation. He was wider through his shoulders than she remembered. Definitely more muscular across the width of his chest. His neck was as thick as a tree stump, and the veins she hungered for were there ready and waiting for her. She moaned inwardly. She hadn’t fed from a male in so long. As a member of Vampira, and her need to fit in with the humans of the human world, she only had access to clone blood, synthetic blood or blood from a blood bank. It just wasn’t the same as feeding from a hot, vibrant male she so deeply cared for. Many times, since leaving the Kings, she thought she would surely die without the brothers. But she’d endured, knowing she had to. Endured her sorrow and grown stronger from it.

  Just as he had grown stronger in his hatred for her. His eyes showed it.

  “So, you have been returned,” he said gruffly, his lips tightening with anger. Full lips that would make her scream from the arousal they created.

  “Not of my own free will,” she replied.

  Hurt flashed through his face at her words and just as quickly, the hurt disappeared. Washed away by the anger and betrayal.

  “And you know what I must do to get the answers I wish from you.”

  She stifled a shiver of both dread and excitement.

  “I know.” She tried to keep her voice strong, steady and defiant but she noted a slight tremor of fear. Or perhaps anticipation at having him any way she could get him, was truly what she wanted? Surely the Vampira would forgive her for being bound and sex forced upon her.

  “Why did you run, wife? Were the jewels and the gold not enough to keep you satisfied? Were the Master Arousers I gave you to lay with not to your satisfaction?”

  Oh yes, the Master Arousers. The human males and females the Kings kept in the castle to pleasure her when they were away. She had never wanted them. Not with her heart. She’d simply endured them because that was expected from a Queen of the Warrior Empire. Seer herself had tutored her in the duties expected from her.

  Christian drew farther away, allowing her to see more of his hard-powerful body, and that was when Megan realized that yes, he truly was naked. She couldn’t help but swear softly at seeing his engorged penis, cradled by a nest of silk curls and the swollen sac beneath. Such a specimen of a vampire male. Such length and width in his cock. She had truly been blessed.

  “Or was it I and Zane who did not satisfy you enough in bed?”

  Even in the dim light of the scented candles adorning the ledges of the dungeon, she could easily make out the throb of webbed blue veins pulsing angrily along his flushed purple flesh. Oh! And what a succulent-looking shaft he possessed!

  She had forgotten how much pleasure he had given in the short time they were together. She tensed as she heard a whirring sound and the table she lay on began to lower. Reaching over, he undid the binding holding her head hostage. His large, hot hand trembled as he cupped her chin. At first tenderly, and then firmly as he turned her head to face him.

  “Open your mouth, my Queen, for I have waited too long for you,” he growled. “And do not even think to bite or drink from me, as there will be dire consequences for you.”

  Megan swallowed and tried to ignore the fire of lust leaping through her.

  “Open your mouth,” he said again. “I am not that loving mate I once was. You will do well to remember it.”

  She said nothing. What could she say? She wasn’t his loving mate either.

  “I said open your mouth.”

  Her pussy creamed at his sharp command. Creamed with a warm, thick wetness as he pressed his hot, plum-shaped cock head against her mouth. Oh! This would definitely be the sweetest torture he could give her, for she knew this might be the last time they could be together. She could not stay here with them, even if they wanted her back.

  She parted her lips, smelled his arousal shifting through the air. To her surprise she found herself moaning as he sunk his silk-encased steel flesh into her mouth. Pre-come lashed her taste buds, and she wanted more. Opening wider, she took more of him, his solid, hot flesh pulsing against her tongue. Between her thighs, her pussy spasmed as she remembered how exquisite his erection felt coming into her vagina all those times he fucked her. And there had been many times. Sometimes while he watched the Master Arousers pleasuring her. Sometimes with Zane. Many times, just the two of them. She loved the ménages she had with him. Loved the way his eyes would shine strong with lust and desire as he watched another male or males do naughty things to her.

  “Suck me, my Queen.” His hoarse voice broke through her memories and she disobeyed his instructions. Instead, she chose to explore his cock. Dabbing the tip of her tongue against the slit, she massaged him there with firm swipes until she had him moaning his approval.

  She craved to sink her fangs into his shaft, to pierce his sweet flesh and feel the hot, nourishing blood splash over her tongue and down her throat. To hear his strangled moan as the pain increased his arousal. To feel the strength of his nourishment zip through her system. She wished her hands weren’t lashed to the bed, for she would love to encircle the base of his cock or knead his balls or even dip a finger into his anus and bring him to his knees by massaging his prostate.

  But until she regained his trust — if she had the opportunity to regain his trust, and he finally untied her wrists— she would have to work wonders with her mouth and resist the urge to nourish herself.

  While she ran her tongue over the array of thick pulsing veins, Megan watched his face for any sign of emotion as he looked down at her. She shivered at his icy stare. The hard gaze cut through her like a knife cuts through tender flesh. It was painful, sharp and raw, and she didn’t like the feeling. Not one bit.

  It was his fault she’d left. Perhaps she needed to remind him of what he had missed all these years?

  As he slid farther into her, she scratched her teeth tenderly against his powerful flesh and pressed her tongue firmly beneath his thick shaft. He groaned his approval again. The sound speared deep into her heart, wrenching even more memo
ries of their short time together. She wanted him the way he had been. Tender. Rough. Happy. No anger. She wanted to devour him too. Wanted to feel his cock sliding down her throat. To feel the silkiness. His power. To taste his gift of seed.

  “Harder,” he growled.

  Beneath her heavy lids, she could see his eyes drooping with lust. She did as he commanded, felt herself slide into the past as her emotions of love and desire to please him flooded her.

  She increased her suction by tightening her lips and flattening her tongue, allowing more of him into her mouth. He moaned hotly and she felt another shot of warm moistness drench her inner thighs. She loved the sound of his arousal. It pleased her to know he still accepted pleasure so easily from her, even after all these years and his obvious hatred for her.

  His groans shifted through her body like an aphrodisiac. As they had when she’d first been captured all those years ago. The way he filled her mouth and made her pussy feel so empty at the same time almost killed her. She wanted him filling her vagina. Wanted his mouth sucking her while she sucked him.

  “You still are as beautiful as ever,” he groaned as he pulled out his thick erection and plunged in again. The powerful thrust burned her senses. The nipple vibrators zipped to life, massaging and tweaking her flesh until they were hard pebbles of need. Oh! She could barely stand the erotic sensations. Through her sexual haze, she could feel the way his mind softly touched sensitive areas around her areolas, making her gasp at the intensity of it. Over the years, his mind play had obviously grown stronger, for she could feel each stroke as if he ran a physical finger over her breasts and around the vibrators.

  Her breasts tightened with each stroke. Her pussy grew hotter, clenched wickedly with every powerful plunge of his cock into her mouth.

  “Prepare yourself,” he growled, warning her he would come soon. His cock grew harder, if that were even possible. But it did! His thrusts grew quicker, his breathing faster.

  “I am going to come now!” he shouted. He plunged harder. Desperately. Her mouth felt bruised as he entered faster and faster. Her lips tingled as he slid in and out.

  He groaned again, a strangled, aroused sound that almost made her cry because it reminded her of how much pleasure they had once shared. His flesh jerked and hot jets of his cream spurted into her mouth. Quickly, she swallowed, knowing this might be their last time together. He came and came and when he was finally finished and withdrew, she realized she was sobbing. Sobbing because she was probably losing him again. Sweet Vampires! She hadn’t thought she would be so emotional. She had thought she’d been able to harden her heart toward the brute. She had expected him to be like this. He was naturally highly sexed. An aggressive vampire warrior. His way of punishing her would be through sex. She thought she was prepared for it. She was wrong.

  Suddenly she realized it was quiet. Too quiet. When she opened her eyes, she saw his brows furrowed with concern.

  “Your wound pains you?” he asked.

  Without waiting for her answer, he tugged the sheet down from her shoulders to beneath her breasts. A flare of caring erupted in his eyes as he leaned closer and delicately peeled off the large gauze taped to her flesh. His brows furrowed even more as he inspected the knife wound she’d received when she’d fought the vampires who’d recognized her and attacked her without warning during her business visit to neighboring Austria. The brutes had surprised her in a quaint antiques shop she’d recently acquired in Vienna.

  “It needs tending,” he whispered softly. The gentleness in his voice almost brought her to tears again. To her surprise, he tenderly removed the bindings holding her arms captive.

  “I will summon the doctor,” he whispered and made a move to walk away.

  “No, no doctor. I’m fine. I’ve endured worse.”

  He stopped and turned around. His frown of concern dipped into a grimace of anger once again.

  “Then we will proceed with my interrogation.”

  “Oh, please do.”

  His eyes widened at her comment and then she saw the gleam of a chuckle sift through his hatred.

  “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten what arouses you, my darling.”

  “Don’t think I haven’t forgotten what pleases you, my lord.”

  Again, his brows dipped, this time in confusion.

  Good. She meant to confuse him. To regain his trust.

  “I see. Perhaps you may be trying to make me think you are not afraid of me, my wife? Perhaps you have forgotten our first days together when we had you begging us to fuck you? I wanted you very much back then, my Queen. Now I only want the information you are carrying. And I will get it.”

  Over my dead body, she thought to herself. Seer had warned her all those years ago that this day might come. Warned her to never reveal that night to him, or her prediction would come true. The Dark Hearts — her nickname for them — had told her to always believe Seer, for her magical powers allowed her to see into the future. That Seer drew her power from all members in the Kingdom. Her mind was linked to a plane where all minds were linked. All females and males were connected in that way, and that was how Seer read the future of everyone. Seer watched carefully over everyone in the Empire, kept them safe from harm, and used the vampires’ combined energy, channeling it into herself so she could see into their futures and prevent problems.

  Seer, the Dark Hearts said, had advised their father and his father and his father before. She was very old, despite her young appearance, and she was the Warrior Empire’s most trusted asset. The two Kings listened to everything she predicted and acted accordingly. The old female, Megan realized, had too much power over the vamp brothers. Too much power, a tiny voice always warned Megan whenever she thought of Seer.

  Christian and Zane had warned Megan she should always heed the trusted Seer’s words. And so Megan had done so.

  She realized the nipple stimulator had stopped. She hadn’t even realized it. But the seductive brushes from his mind on her breasts were back again. His mind’s eye surely was powerful, she mused. Hmm, and his touches felt so good.

  “How about you make it easier on both of us and you start naming names? Then we can forgo all this sexual foreplay and I can fuck you again. Just as we both want.”

  “Why don’t you fuck me now, husband? I can see it in your eyes as well as how your cock is already hardening while you gaze upon my nakedness that you wish to have me all the ways you had me in the past.”

  “You observe me well. Perhaps you are right. Perhaps I won’t tell Zane I have you here in the dungeon. I can put a baby in you and kill my traitorous wife after you bear me a son.”

  Megan swallowed and forced away the chill his cold voice instilled, allowing the love to wash through her as she remembered their twin daughters. Daughters she kept a secret from the brothers. Oh, if only you knew, my King, she thought to herself. She wished not for the first time and with all her might that things could have been different.

  “Why not fuck a baby into the other wives you crave?” she blurted.

  He seemed totally stunned at her outburst. She didn’t understand why. He should have many wives by now. Many offspring.

  “You should know the laws of our Kingdom do not allow the Kings to take more wives unless the Queen blesses it,” he snarled, irritation lacing his voice.

  She blinked in shock at his words and her blood froze at that remark. Neither Seer nor her mates had mentioned that law. Before Megan could utter a word, a quick rap snapped at the dungeon door. From her position on the table she could not see who stood there but Seer’s voice drifted into the room and unwelcome coldness wrapped around Megan making her shiver.

  “My King, there is a problem in the culinary. One of the maidens wishes to speak with you about the dinner—”

  “I will be there in a moment!” he snapped, obviously angry at the interruption. But his anger would be soothed once he reached the kitchen, she was sure, for no doubt he fucked the maidens, Megan thought as the ugly spear of je
alousy spun through her, raw and hurtful once again. These were the same feelings she experienced shortly after her discovery of Christian and Zane fast asleep in bed with a voluptuous female. And surely that female hadn’t been the last since she’d been gone.

  “Do not look so distraught, Queen. We will continue this line of questioning upon my return.” He was looking down on her, a smile of satisfaction on his face as he stuffed his long, powerful legs into a pair of silk drawers. When his thick, rapidly swelling cock disappeared from her view, an odd disappointment washed through her.

  Upon her first capture many years ago, he’d sworn she would belong to them and them to her. Forever. Well, forever came and it went, hadn’t it?

  She didn’t reply and he gave her a grunt of irritation, the powerful muscles in his arms bulging as he tied the drawstring on his drawers. Then he was gone. The cell door slammed with such fierceness she couldn’t help but tremble at the sound of its harshness. Its finality felt like a cold slice enshrouding her.

  Chapter Two

  “Are you cold, my Queen? You are shivering.”

  It was the Seer. Megan had thought she had left with Christian. Had the Seer been watching all this time? Perhaps even listening to their conversation? Revulsion ripped through Megan at those thoughts.

  The female hovered into her view. Different shades of silver tufts of hair peeked out from her black hood, but her skin appeared flawless and pale, her face as young and supple as females more than ten times younger.

  Thin pale hands quickly grabbed the sheet and covered Megan’s exposed body. Seer’s eyes were glazed with a light-gray opaqueness that always sent creepy shivers through Megan. Some said Seer was blind because of her glazed eyes. Others said that was how she could see into their minds and into other worlds.

  “You must not antagonize the King, my Queen. Do not mention the past. Of what you saw that night. He will only deny it and increase his anger and hasten your execution and my prediction of course will come true.”