by Alice Wade
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Kaen and Deandra participated in the formal greeting line, sat politely as the party began. Toasts were issued and the musicians began to play the wedding waltz to start the dancing. They were not permitted to dance until the fifth melody, which announced to the guests the bride and groom would be taking the dance floor.
Kaen, hearing the close of the fourth song, rose and extended his hand in a half bow to Deandra wearing a smirk. “I would be honored to share this dance, my wife.” He was careful to address her with that title, now that hundreds of ears were keen on every word the couple spoke.
Deandra smiled. “It would be my pleasure.” Together they approached the center of the dance floor. Kaen wrapped his arm around her slender waist and pulled her tight to his body. Even though he craved another woman entirely, the effect Deandra had on him was impossible to ignore. He felt his bulge grow as her full breasts pressed tight to his chest.
“Why Kaen, I do think you are excited by this,” she whispered as the wedding waltz began and he expertly moved them around the dance floor. His steps were smooth, his lead precise. Surprised, Deandra relinquished control and allowed him to lead her, swirling them around the dance floor with a grace that caught her off guard. “I had no idea you were such an excellent dance partner.”
“We’ve not had the opportunity to dance in public before, my dear,” he commented just before he leaned her deeply into a dip that provided the onlookers an excellent view of her generous cleavage.
She found her breath stolen from her as he twirled her after the dip, immediately pulling her tight to his body once more. Three times they repeated the entire footwork until the music ended to a loud cheering from the gathered guests.
“What an incredible experience, ” Deandra said as she caught her breath and took her seat. “We really must dance again soon. I found that quite exciting.” Her cheeks held a slight blush as she recovered from the very sensual dance he just lead her through. Demurely, she regarded Kaen through the lashes of her half-closed eyes, acting the part of a devoted wife.
“It would be my honor, Princess.” He could play the part as well, giving her a smile before sipping his wine.
There was a clapping off to their right. In unison, they turned to find at the weasel-faced Ondre who lounged in his chair, bored. “Bravo. That was quite a dance.”
Deandra hid her annoyance with a practiced ease. “Thank you, brother. I hope one day soon, I also get to enjoy the view while you dance with your bride.” Her words sounded innocent, but Ondre knew they were an insult. She knew of his mistress and understood the delay in making their relationship legitimate, which she was glad for. The longer he withheld any legitimate title to his mistress, the closer she was to the crown.
“Well, we shall see.” Ondre replied flatly.
He watched the new couple with such wrath. His beady eyes narrowed in bitter challenge, not masking his displeasure. Their little act was disgusting, and he was not fooled.
Kaen raised one eyebrow at the King, generating an unsettling effect with his twin scars on his cheeks. He sent his own message of intolerance for such disrespect and waited for Ondre to respond. He was no longer in any danger of being thrown out of court, and openly challenged the weak king for his open malice towards them.
“Oh, relax. I’m just insulted you two kept these plans from me until yesterday. You were lucky you did, because your timing prevented my interference.” Ondre snapped his fingers, and a servant immediately provided him a fresh goblet of wine. “I would have too. This is an embarrassment. The realm will think you pregnant, for this engagement was…” he paused as if searching for the right word, “…indecently short.”
“Well, I can assure, you dear brother, that is not the case. My virtue is quite intact.” Deandra waved her brother off and turned to Kaen. “Have we celebrated enough, dear?”
“Quite. I feel the company is becoming stale.” He rose. “Shall we?”
Deandra accepted his hand and allowed Kaen to lead her from the hall, noticing the guests lining themselves along the way towards the door and shouting out congratulations to the couple when they exited the hall. “Well, I dare say Ondre is bitter,” Kaen commented with mirth.
“Oh?” She turned her stunning face to Kaen’s. “I saw no difference from his normal constitution,” she replied.
Kaen laughed, draped his arm over her shoulder, and pulled her close. “You are so wicked.”
“Just keep your promise and I’ll remain your ever pleasant partner.” Deandra didn’t trust Kaen very much and wanted this conversion over as quickly as possible. She wanted the security of knowing he would not kill her while she slept. “Just remember, I know who your enemies are and have no reservations about showing my displeasure at being insulted.”
“You haven’t anything to fear of me reneging on any promises. Once we change out of these formal clothes, we can begin immediately.” He felt the relaxing effect of his words. “We’ll go straight to my workroom downstairs without any delay.”
“Excellent.” She kept her voice neutral and her eyes forward as they finally entered their quarters. Behind them, guards flowed into position as the door closed behind them.
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Dace heard the bells toll just as he had Kailani settled in her room. With a concerned glance, he looked in the direction of the chapel. “That does it. Kaen and Deandra are now married.” Kailani moaned quietly from the bed before she rolled over.
“Lainey, can you stay here with her while I wait for Talon to return?” He didn’t bother to turning to face her while he spoke. He knew she was already moving towards the bed to collect the petite vampire in her arms.
“I’ll stay. Go.”
“I just hope he gets here soon,” Dace whispered worriedly, thinking of the repercussions of any delay. Talon had explained that Kaen would convert Deandra as quickly as possible after the ceremony. That only placed them in greater danger, for now two vampires would be in power on the throne.
Kailani’s small voice answered his statement, more in hope that anything else, “He’ll be here.” He better be here, she thought to herself.
Lainey’s circled her arms tighter around Kailani as the newborn vampire picked up the stray thought. She wouldn’t let Kailani sink into despair.
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The room was dim when Deandra entered, the only feeble light cast from torches around the parameter of the room. There were numerous men lining the walls, concealed in black robes with hoods up and obscuring their faces. Deandra gulped down her nerves as she took in the ominous table standing in the middle of the room. From what she could see, this was the only furniture in the room.
“Any second thoughts?”
She jumped at the sound of his voice as it echoed in the room. The tone he used was lower and full of malice, sending a shiver that had her near trembling.
“No.” She tried to sound confident but it was difficult as fear got the better of her.
“Shall we?” He indicated to the table with his extended arm. As she stood before the table, Kaen reached up to place both hands on her shoulders from behind and smoothed the fabric of the robe before tugging it from her body.
This exposed her naked body. The bite of the cold, frigid air spread bumps across her skin. Her nipples puckered immediately and she shivered a violent quake before she adjusted to cold cell.
Deandra trembled against her will, feeling a wave of uncertainty. When she envisioned him converting her, she didn’t take into consideration how he would do it, and she was nervous. She had a fleeting thought of remorse before she remembered the reason why she wanted this and wanted Kaen. She wanted to be young forever. She never wanted to be wrinkled and old. All she needed to do was endure this and she’d have all that she ever wanted and more. Lifting her chin, she met Kaen’s evaluation and in turn met the
eye of every other vampire in the room in challenge. She was ready.
Kaen decided he would not use much coercion in the beginning, wanting her to feel the fear of her decision. He wouldn’t let her dwindle there long before he calmed her mind in order to protect it. He needed her intact and not mentally insane. Subsequently, each of the other vampires would also implant their own coercions to ensure that she experienced a safe transfer.
Stilling his breath, Kaen stepped back to evaluate his prize. She was stunning and stood very still as her body adjusted to the cold air of the cell. Goosebumps rose along her compact back. As he brushed her waist-long hair aside, he allowed his gaze to roam down her back to the round globes of her delicious backside. There he paused in a moment of amusement. He could only imagine how Warwick reacted to the view from the front; his man practically drooled with anticipation at tasting the wealth Deandra had to offer.
“Like what you see, Warwick?” Kaen asked privately.
“Oh, yes.” His mental voice was heavy with arousal. “I had no idea she was so endowed. I’m looking forward to this very much.”
Kaen chuckled in his head before he touched Deandra, indicating he wanted her on the table. She gave a slight jump before she climbed up, lying on her back. She arranged her hair around her shoulders, spending a moment to make eye contact with each of the vampires before turning to watch Kaen expectantly. “Why are they here? I was under the impression this was between us,” she said with a little more challenge than she intended. The sight of all the vampires in attendance was unsettling.
“Your impression was incorrect,” Kaen said privately to his man. “Tie her,” he ordered as two vampires approached and captured her wrists and ankles before she could react. They moved so fast and with such efficiency, that Deandra didn’t register what happened before she was effectively bound to the table.
“What is the meaning of this?” She screamed and thrashed against the bindings. This was not how it was supposed to be.
“What? Did you think this would be a loving encounter?” He laughed a deep guttural sound. “How naïve. No dear, this is not about us, but we will have a little fun before this night is over. You, love, are the entertainment.”
“You bastard!” she hollered, the smell of her fear increased.
“It’s so wonderful you finally recognize me for what I am, Princess.” He approached and cupped her breast, pinching her nipple hard and received a whimper in protest. “This is what you married, sweet Princess. I’m no gentleman. Welcome to your new life, love.” He laughed as he continued to tweak her body painfully.
“Let me explain a few things, shall we?” he asked after releasing her body. He strolled around the table in order to admire the exposed area between her legs. Kaen’s smile was sinister when he spied what he saw there. He had requested she remove all her hair and praised her for he found she had followed his order exactly. He knew she did that with the idea only he would see, but she was wrong. Again.
“To begin with,” he began while dragging one talon along the inside flesh of her thigh. Her eyes narrowed in anger as she tracked his circuit around the table.
“My coven…” he indicated toward the men lining the walls, “will feed from you, starting the process by triggering the poison to enter your system. At that point, I’ll take over, adding my taint to your succulent blood, thus marking you as mine.”
“You never mentioned this before. You stated it would be done during our wedding night!” she screeched, once more pulling on her bindings unsuccessfully. She sought to be demure in her earlier display but that desire to be graceful was long gone. Deandra was spitting angry and wanted off this table.
He looked wounded and then mockingly he surveyed the room. He waited for her tantrum to abate before he pinned her with an innocent look. “Isn’t this our wedding night? I thought I was honestly making this special, love.”
“You know it’s not!” her voice rose to a painful shriek. Deandra suddenly realized she had made the greatest mistake and was in serious danger. The look in his near-black eyes told her this was anything but special. “You bastard!”
He smirked in pure malice. “I’m wounded you are not touched by the steps I’ve taken to make this as pleasant as possible.” As Kaen spoke, his fingers trailed farther along the side of her leg switching to her outer thigh and torso until he toyed with the crease of her breast.“Ready?”
Deandra trembled when she watched the men along the wall shed their black robes to expose their naked and very aroused bodies. All of them, with exception of Kaen, held their mouths partially open, revealing their long incisors in a predatory action.
“No!” she screamed. “Please!” She turned to plead with Kaen but he was gone.
“It will be easier if they feed all together, rather than one at a time. Relax and let them set you free. Remember, don’t fight.”
She craned her neck around in all directions, but could not find him anywhere. His voice was loud as if he were right at her side so he must be nearby.
The motion caused her hair to slither from her now exposed neck, presenting her in a most vulnerable way. Deandra tried to locate Kaen by twisting on the table again, however this only opened her up further. Kaen chuckled from behind her, immediately causing her to arch her back tying to see him. The motion thrust her breasts high into air while her eyes sought the man she’d married. Deandra was clueless to the effect she had on those gathered. The erotic pose generated a collective growl to erupt from the naked men slowly stalking towards her.
“Kaen!” Deandra’s terror peaked. She needed to see him. It became critical.
In the next heartbeat, the vampires descended upon the bound woman. Each cast their own coercions to still her struggles before they sank their fangs into her perfectly smooth skin along her neck, breasts, wrists, legs, and ankles.
Instantly she stilled as if under a trance, which she partially was. Kaen watched from the shadows for the moment their venom took hold. Her head rolled to the side and he could see the whites of her eyes as she rolled through the sensation of being turned. At least she ceased her useless struggle and allowed them to sample her sweet, succulent blood. The fun and excitement would commence shortly but for now it was a chance to share his wife. She released a tortured sound and it was in that moment, that Kaen knew each vampire had allowed their secondary venom to flow quickly through her blood. At this rate, it had hit her heart instantly and he could feel it caused the muscle to flutter and palpitate in a rapid, erratic rhythm.
Warwick moved between her legs and buried his fangs in the soft flesh of her freshly shaved sex. The moment he did, he felt his shaft respond in anticipation of what was to come. She tasted as delicate as she looked, and he was immensely curious how well she’d play with them to tonight. Surely something this dainty was not up for the challenge. She squirmed on the table writhing in pleasure. Warwick teased her into a deeper state of arousal until Deandra was moaning under his ministrations. When Deandra succumbed to the pleasures of their combined feeding, he nearly lost control right then and there. Warwick was in no hurry however. He remained motionless while he fed, allowing her essence to fill his greedy mouth. “Enjoying this reward, Warwick?” Kaen asked, watching as Warwick’s cock pulsed to a thick hard state as he drank freely of Deandra’s combined blood and release.
“Hmmm. Oh, sweetness. She is succulent,” he replied as he slowly sealed the wounds closed before he buried his tongue deep into her slick opening. He used his goatee to tickle her engorged lips and ground his chin into her sensitive skin.
“Yes, she is, isn’t she?” Kaen chuckled.
He could not help but feel a pang of disappointment that his woman wasn’t Lainey. He smiled at the memory of his black haired beauty, recalling in vivid detail just how tantalizing she was. His time with the Lainey would have to wait until the time was right, he knew this. Right now his o
ther toy needed his attention and that brought this searing black eyes to refocus on the luscious blonde bound on the table before him.
Kaen surveyed the scene. Deandra’s creamy white skin lay in contrast to the numerous male bodies surrounding her while she lay bound on the table. They all heard his rumbling approval at watching them feed from every available section of her exposed flesh.
Kaen’s head tilted slightly to the side when he realized he didn’t need to enhance her coercions. Oh, his sweet darling wife was enjoying this, clearly caught in a state of bliss. The scarred corner of his mouth curled into a half smile, staring at her listless body as she lay there. How was this possible?
He looked around at those gathered and saw none cared. All stared down in hunger because she’d thrown her blonde head back in absolute pleasure. Warwick had yet to release her from his attention and teased her body into a tortured state. He hadn’t moved away from her clit and attacked her with certain aggression that made Kaen hungry. “Enough.”
As one, they all stepped back. Warwick more reluctantly.
It was time. “Flip her and lower the table.” Kaen ordered. He’d taken the time to disrobe while his men fed, leaving him naked and hard after watching their enjoyment. He stroked his shaft in anticipation, prowling with evil malice around the table.
“Deandra?” Kaen purred approaching the table to stand before her. The men had her on her hands and knees now. Her head hung low, concealed behind a veil of her long hair that flowed towards the floor. She looked like a seductive Goddess in heat, waiting to be taken. In this position, her heated body was pulled open, exposing her inner layers and shining with her recent release.
Warwick stared greedily at the opening with a lust that bordered on crazed. He knew he would have to wait his turn to sink his cock into that.
