The Vampire King's Mate

by T. S. Ryder

  He leaned down, letting his lips brush against the sensitive flesh of her breasts before his mouth locked on, sucking hard and leaving a mark behind. Cynthia continued to moan, feeling like every nerve ending in her body was exploding with pleasure. She shook and arched her back, trying to get him to explore more of her body. She wanted to feel his hands on every inch of her.

  His tongue finally flicked across her nipple, one of his hands creeping into her pants, finding her already soaking pussy. His fingers brushed against her clit, teasing it for a moment, before he slipped one of his fingers inside of her, hooking it slightly. Her hips bucked even more in response and she bit down on her lip, trying to hold back a moan.

  Sullivan could almost smell the lust rolling off her and it drove him wild. He knew he wouldn’t be able to control himself much longer. Still, he wanted to see how far he could push her. Without hesitation, he slipped a second finger inside her hot, eager hole. Her pussy sucked it up, its juices coating his finger all the way up to the first knuckle. He could feel her quivering walls tightening around him.

  “Please… Sullivan. You can’t keep teasing me like this. I need you. So bad…” Her voice was a breathless whisper as she took hold of his hair and pulled on it, trying to make him look at her. “I’ll go insane if you keep toying with me …”

  Sullivan just grinned, knowing she had reached her breaking point. “As you wish.” His smirk deepened as he moved onto his knees, unbuttoning his pants. Cynthia watched with bated breath, her heartbeat erratic.

  Finally, his large, thick cock came on display. Cynthia’s eyes nearly popped out of her head. She had never seen a dick that big before. She guessed it to be almost nine inches long and at least two in girth. How on Earth was something of that size going to fit inside her tight little pussy?

  Sullivan stroked his cock for a moment before yanking off Cynthia’s pants in a flash. Sullivan leaned down, tugging on her baby blue panties with his teeth, jerking his head back as if he wanted to snap it off. Cynthia could do nothing but watch, spreading her legs for him.

  Her panties dug into her sensitive flesh, making her yelp. The soft material teased her as Sullivan continued to tug on the small blue bow before finally his fingers wrapped around the waistband, yanking the lingerie off her body with a loud rip.

  His eyes locked on her bare pussy, now glistening with excitement. He licked his lips and suddenly, his hands were around her hips, impaling her on his thick cock in a flash. She cried out, feeling him stuff every inch of her. She moaned loudly, gripping the satin sheets, feeling her brain going numb with pleasure. His cock felt so incredibly big inside of her. It was like he was going to rip right through her at any moment.

  Sullivan didn’t seem to notice. All he could focus on was how amazing her tight pussy felt. Her walls quivered around him as he hammered against her womb, going harder and harder, possessed by a lust he had never felt before. His breathing became ragged as he took hold of her jiggling breasts, using them as handholds as he picked up the pace, quickly getting close to the edge.

  Cynthia, however, was already fighting with her climax. Pleasure flooded through her system until she couldn’t hold back any longer. Crying out, she felt her juices spill out, coating Sullivan’s cock still pumping in and out of her. She slumped back, a bright smile on her face.

  Moments later, Sullivan followed suit, pulling out and cumming all over her, shooting load after load of his sticky sperm all over her chest, covering her tits like a frosting. Exhausted, he collapsed beside her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

  “Wow…” they both said in unison.

  Chapter Five

  When Cynthia woke, her whole body felt sore. Her mind was hazy for a moment before memories of last night came rushing back. She looked around quickly, searching for her newfound lover, but he was nowhere in sight. “Sullivan?” she called out into the empty bedroom, but there was no answer.

  A soft breeze rolled in from the open window, fluttering the golden-colored curtains. Cynthia sighed, wondering where he had gone. She was about to doze off again when she was possessed by the sudden need to explore. It was as if the corners of the room were calling out to her. Sullivan would come back eventually, she thought.

  So she got up, but doing so, she noticed the mess on her chest. She groaned slightly, feeling her own juices seeping out of her. Images of last night flashed before her eyes and her hormones flared up once more. She noticed an open door and peered inside. To her benefit, it was a bathroom. She quickly cleaned herself up before padding back into the room. She started buttoning up her shirt that had somehow managed to stay on her body throughout the night.

  Cynthia walked up to the fireplace first. It was made of a smooth, green-colored granite. Its white colored-swirls gave it a rich, elaborate pattern. She traced her finger over some of them, shivering as she felt just how cold it was. The fireplace itself looked like it had not been lit in a very long time. There were a few ashes on the bottom, but they looked like they had been there for ages.

  Sitting on the mantelpiece were a few interesting artifacts. There was a strange-looking bronze statue of a monkey, sitting like Buddha. It had its hands over its stomach while another set of hands covered his elongated ears. Cynthia half-expected him to have another set of arms, to make him a Buddha/Kali hybrid. She stared at it a few moments longer, but she still couldn’t quite make out what it was.

  Moving to the left, there was a beautiful broach, pinned to a rose-patterned upholstery. The peacock, engraved in what looked like near-tarnishing silver, looked almost lifelike. Its large, pluming feathers were a vibrant mixture of iridescent greens and dashing blues. Cynthia gently ran her fingers over it, smiling to herself. Sullivan sure did have a love for strange antiques.

  Finally, Cynthia arrived at the center of the mantelpiece. Here, a breathtaking dragon necklace was settled in a glass display, which shone brightly as if someone had just finished polishing it. Each of its dark, raven black scales was carved into the onyx-like material. The dragon’s long, slender neck made up about half of the necklace, while the painstakingly detailed wings and tail made up the rest. Cynthia got on her tiptoes, pressing her face closer to the glass display until her nose was almost touching it.

  Tiny rubies had been used for the eyes. Its tail had barge spikes that looked rather intimidating. Cynthia wondered how any craftsman could have gotten so much detail into a relatively small piece of jewelry.

  She looked around the room, seeing that it was still empty. Cautiously, she took the glass box, holding it in her hands. She gently opened it, exposing the necklace. She held her breath and picked it up. It was cold to the touch. She was almost disappointed not to have the little dragon come to life in her hand. Instead, it laid motionless as her fingertips ran along the dragon’s spine.

  Finally, she gathered up her courage and draped it around her neck. It was made in such a way that the dragon’s head was nuzzled against the hollow of her neck, his maw looking like it was about to set her heart on fire. The dragon’s tail wrapped around her neck in a choker fashion, while the impressive wings spread out across her shoulders.

  Cynthia gasped as she finally let go, letting it settle on her body. Pure energy suddenly rushed into every fiber of her being. Her pulse quickened and her heart felt like it would explode. She nearly dropped to her knees, her mind clouded.

  Suddenly, the necklace began to move. The dragon’s limbs stretched after centuries of slumber, its claws slowly clenching. Abruptly, they dug into Cynthia’s flesh, causing her to cry out. She tried to pull the necklace off her neck, but it was impossible. Somehow, the necklace had managed to attach itself to her body, causing her to panic.

  Had she somehow stumbled onto a magical item? She cursed herself for not bringing her wand along. Once again, she tried to tug off the necklace, but this time the little dragon lifted its head and snapped at her. She quickly withdrew her fingers, reluctant to find out how sharp those teeth were. What was she suppo
sed to do now?

  Chapter Six

  Just as Cynthia was starting to panic, Sullivan entered the room. His footsteps were silent and Cynthia didn’t even notice as he walked up to her, a proud smirk on his face. So she had found the necklace after all. He walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her toward his body. “Good morning,” he cooed into her ear ever so softly.

  Cynthia’s body turned rigid at his sudden appearance. What would he say when he found out that she had been fiddling with his stuff? A sense of dread washed over her as she tried to think of a good excuse as to why there was a dragon necklace now physically attached to her neck.

  “I’m glad you found my necklace,” Sullivan whispered after a moment of silence.

  “Wait… you’re glad I tried on the necklace?” Cynthia asked in disbelief. She had been almost certain that he would be furious with her.

  “Of course, because now I know you’re the one I’m destined to be with,” he whispered into her ear, nibbling her lobe from behind, his hands on her stomach.

  What did he mean? Cynthia tried to process his words, but they were like gibberish to her. “I don’t understand…” she finally said.

  Sullivan tightened his grip before letting go and took her hand. He guided her toward the bed, letting them both sit down on the edge. “There’s something I must confess.”

  The tiny dragon on Cynthia’s neck seemed to calm down from its excited state, nuzzling against her and falling back asleep, going back to its rigid form. Cynthia looked up at him, puzzled.

  “I’m a dragon,” he said simply. The word dragon fell between them like a large rock. Cynthia stared at him in disbelief.

  “You mean… like a real one. Those huge fire-breathing lizards?”

  Sullivan’s face contorted with the offense at her words. “I do not breathe fire and I am certainly not a lizard,” he said, trying to reclaim his dignity. “I’m a dragon yes, like the one around your neck. I have wings and I can fly, but I don’t breathe fire or acid or anything else for that matter. That’s just a myth the humans invented long ago.”

  Cynthia just stared at him. She could hardly believe what was happening. “Okay, so you’re a dragon… but what about the necklace?” Again, she reached up and tried to remove it, but just like before it wouldn’t budge.

  “Attar here…” Sullivan paused to reach out and run a finger over the tiny dragon. It lifted its head in acknowledgment, a purr-like sound emerging from within its throat, “… is my companion. As a witch, he’s most similar to what your kind calls a familiar. Strange how you don’t seem to have one yourself. It is the reason why I had my doubts at first, thinking maybe you were just a mystic.”

  Cynthia’s mouth hung agape. How did he know she was a witch? Had she been careless with her magic? She narrowed her eyes at him, wondering how long he had known her secret. “How do you know that?” she asked, feeling a bit threatened.

  “I could sense it. You possess some very powerful magic. It was one of the things that attracted me to you… among others,” he said smoothly, running his fingers along the side of her face. “But Attar has marked you as my mate. Placing him around your neck activates his magic and if he deems you worthy, he’ll attach himself to you.”

  “So I can never take him off?” Cynthia asked, a little concerned.

  “As long as we both love each other, he’ll always be with you. At times, you may be able to persuade him to turn into a bracelet or maybe a belt buckle, but for the most part yes, you can’t take him off,” Sullivan explained. “But he knows that you love me too. He could sense it in your blood, that’s why he marked you.”

  Sullivan was slowly pulling Cynthia closer. “You aren’t going to deny it, are you?”

  Cynthia’s mind was swimming. Did she really love this man? No one had ever made her feel this way before. She knew she never wanted to leave his bedroom, but at the same time, the rational side of her couldn’t quite let her heart do as it pleased. She had just met this guy. She knew nothing about him, aside from the fact that he was a dragon. She wasn’t even completely sure she believed that.

  “Show me,” Cynthia suddenly demanded.

  “Show you what?”

  “Prove to me that you really are a dragon… that this isn’t some sort of a cheap trick.”

  Sullivan sighed. “Very well. But I will not transform completely. It’s too dangerous.” He did not want to admit to her that due to his exile, he was not allowed to do so.

  She nodded, eager for anything that would disperse her doubts. With bated breath, she watched as he got up, standing before her. He closed his eyes and stretched out his arms. Attar craned his neck, looking at him. Together, they watched as large, leathery wings slowly emerged from Sullivan’s back. They nearly took up the entire room. His scales were black, changing into a deep, midnight blue depending on the angle. The tips of his wings were adorned with sharp-looking talons. He flexed them slightly, letting the soft breeze roll in Cynthia’s direction. He watched her face carefully, gauging her reaction.

  Cynthia couldn’t believe her eyes. She really had fallen in love with a dragon.

  Chapter Seven

  Slowly, Cynthia got up, her fingertips reaching out, nearly touching him. “May I?” she asked, her eyes wide with wonder.

  “Of course,” Sullivan answered, smiling down at his mate’s curiosity. Cynthia held her breath, touching his wings for the first time. She gasped, feeling an inexplicable rush of energy pouring into her soul. She could sense his powerful magic, like living electricity. She could already feel her hair stand on edge, the back of her neck prickling with the sensation.

  “This is amazing…” Cynthia whispered, more to herself than to Sullivan. “I never imagined dragons would still roam this world… I had always assumed they had died out centuries ago.”

  “That’s what the humans believe, but there’s a cluster of us still alive and well.” He grinned.

  “Where? Are there more of you here in Seattle? Can I meet them?” she asked excitedly.

  A frown appeared on Sullivan’s face. He contemplated telling her about his family history but then thought better of it. He didn’t want her to look at him differently, just because he was once a royal only to be exiled from his own people. “Don’t worry about them. It’s just you and me now,” he said, placing his hand on Cynthia’s cheek. His thumb rubbed against her skin affectionately. “All that matters is that we’re mates. That we belong together.” His voice dropped an octave, turning sexual and somehow dark.

  Cynthia felt herself shiver with desire. She looked up into Sullivan’s eyes, losing herself in them. Her hands had moved away from his wings and around his neck, their faces coming even closer together. She felt herself shiver under the effects of his formidable aura. She had never felt someone with such strength before. It was invigorating.

  Sullivan’s hands dropped down to her hips, pulling her close until their bodies locked together. Their foreheads touched and their breaths mingled. Their hearts started to beat a little faster as their lips came together in a passionate kiss. Cynthia felt herself melting against him, her lips glued to his as they continued to make out, her fingers running through his thick, black hair.

  Sullivan grinned into the kiss, prying his tongue into her mouth. She happily complied, rubbing herself against him, feeling her excitement grow. With his wings now safely tucked away and out of sight, he pushed her onto the bed and pounced on her. Cynthia giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist, keeping him trapped, a naughty glint in her eye. “Now you’re mine,” she said, her voice breathless.

  “No.” He countered, his eyes darkening. “You’re mine.” He growled playfully, pinning her down as his lips moved along her neck, kissing her tender flesh, making her moan out until her whole body started to wriggle in pleasure. “And you can’t resist me,” he whispered into her ear, challenging her to correct him.

  Cynthia found herself unable to say anything, laying there with her heart hamme
ring and her legs apart. His hand wrapped around her thighs, spreading her legs even more, hiking up her button-up shirt and exposing her still bare pussy. A smirk appeared on his face as her womanly scent made its way to his nose once more.

  It was intoxicating and Sullivan couldn’t stop himself from leaning down and tasting her at the source. Cynthia moaned loudly at the abrupt sensation of his rough, almost scaly tongue pressing against her wet folds. She bucked her hips, feeling herself shiver with desire. Her fingers clutched the sheets as his tongue slithered inside of her, venturing deeper and deeper. He lapped at her now flowing juices, making sure to get every drop.

  Cynthia moaned. Never before had she felt this way. The grainy texture of his tongue against her pussy walls was slowly driving her insane. She bit her lip and tilted her head back, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. “Sullivan…” She moaned once again.

  He grinned at her, making eye contact for a moment before grabbing her thick thighs and hoisting her legs over his shoulders. Her ankles hooked behind his head, pulling him even closer until he could no longer pull away. With his face now buried in her wet pussy, his nose pressed up against her mound, his tongue ventured even further inside of her. He twisted it as quickly as he could, his hands moving along her body and under her shirt, finding her large breasts.

  He took them into his hands, kneading them slowly at first. He continued to massage them as he pulled his tongue away from her pussy, his face covered in juices. Teasing her, he allowed his teeth to gently tug on her clit, making her howl in pleasure. Her fingers tightened around the sheets even more, her body writhing with lust. “Please, Sullivan… don’t do this to me…” she said, begging him. Sullivan just straightened himself out, grinning wildly at her.