by T. S. Ryder
“Hmm.” There’s a forlorn look on her face, but she wipes that off with 18th-century grace and continues. “Did he ever tell you about Charlotte?”
“No,” I say, a pang of jealousy in my heart. So I was a passing fancy then. My world begins to shake and I tremble with grief, ready for the final blow. “Who is she?”
“She was my daughter.”
“Oh, I —” I begin, sighing with relief.
“He was very fond of her. He took her death to heart, hasn’t talked about her since.”
“What happened to her?”
“She was a child, trapped in childhood. She walked out into the sun, never to return. It devastated me, but he took it really hard too. Maybe that’s why he said what he said…because he is afraid.”
“You mean to say he will come around? Because I am more than prepared to do all this alone if I have to.”
“He will come around. He’s trapped in his youth, so you can get him if you play your cards right. Boys like to be spoiled. Shower him with your affection and he’s all yours. But you have to really try, too.”
“Thank you,” I say. “I will give it a try.”
“You know, I am glad you are with child,” she says, getting up. “I am glad our family line will continue.” She places her hand on my shoulder in a motherly fashion and gives it a little squeeze.
***
With Valnoir ignoring me and fleeing every time I see him, there is only one way I know I can get him to talk, so when he is resting in his room at midday, I sneak in. He is on the bed with his eyes closed, but I know he hears me coming.
“I don’t want to talk,” he says without opening his eyes. “Get out.”
“I am not here to talk,” I say, as I crawl on top of him.
Undoing the top button of his dark green shirt, I press my lips to his cold skin. Licking the slightly rough skin beneath his jaw, I brush my lips against the spray of golden hair on his body as I undo button after button until I reach his rock-hard abs. Rubbing my nose on his skin, I pass my fingers over his hard muscles, feeling up his toned body. His eyes are closed and he is still ignoring me, but that is about to change. I doff my clothes and throw my brassiere and panties on the floor. As my mouth reaches his pants, I notice the strained tent in them, the obvious sign of a hungry cock aching to break free, to be let loose and put into action. I struggle with his pants and boxers but manage to pull them off, and stand at the bedside admiring the naked man in front of me. He looks wildly sexy as he lays naked in front of me, his upper body covered in a green shirt — unbuttoned, highlighting his abs — and sporting a massive hard on.
Maybe its the pregnancy hormones that are making me so horny — yes, I’m saying it — but I can’t stop myself. I swoop down on his cock like an eagle, mouth open and devour it instantly. With one hand on my own crotch, touching myself, I clutch his cock in the other and massage the base, making the swollen head throb even more. It turns a dark shade of pink as I give it a squeeze, pulling back the foreskin and taking it in my mouth.
He reaches for my hand and removes it from his cock, intertwining his fingers with mine. I feel his other hand on the back of my head, urging me to go deeper. I proceed to take it in, the head of his cock making its way through my lips, across my tongue, hitting my tonsils and fitting itself into my throat. I gag and back off, then proceed to do the same thing again until I can calm my gag reflex. Finally, I have him buried inside my mouth and I can still breathe through my nose.
Inhaling and exhaling through my nose, I hold his cock buried in my mouth and start bobbing my head gently. He moans. “That’s right, keep going, ah…keep doing it.” I follow his command and continue doing it faster, pleasuring him, showering him with the attention he craves. “That’s right, ohhh…yeahhh…do that again.”
I move my head as fast as I can on his cock, matching his now urgent thrusts. “I am coming, I am coming, oh god…jesus…yeahhh.” He empties himself in my mouth and I suck his cock dry of the remaining juices. As he pulls out, I grab his cock again and lick it clean.
“You liked that, didn’t you,” I finally ask.
“Maybe.”
I caress his cock to get him hard again. I have to make sure he doesn’t flee, and I have just figured out how to tether him down. As his flaccid dick springs to life again, I lube it up and straddle him, taking him inside me.
“Now we are going to talk,” I say.
“Really,” he replies, a playful smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You wanna talk,” he says, thrusting hard and pushing deep inside me.
“Ahh, easy there! Yes, I want to talk, so just hear me out once and then I’ll leave you be.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Okay, don’t freak out, but I am pregnant,” I tell him. “Those girls were right.”
He flips me and gets on top, his cock impaling me. “You are what?”
“Pregnant,” I say. “It’s early but I am definitely pregnant.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I took a pregnancy test and went to see a doctor.”
“How long have you known?”
“A while,” I say. “Look, I wasn’t sure. With grandma dying and you acting out, I didn’t know where I stood. I get it that you don’t want a child yet, and that’s fine with me, but if I have to choose…”
“Why would you have to choose?”
“As per our discussion earlier, you said something along the lines of me getting my period or an abortion, so it was pretty clear.”
He pulls back completely and I think he is going to flee again, but he doesn’t. He holds me tight and thrusts hard. “You. Are. An. Idiot.” Each word is punctuated by a hard thrust, his hands twisting my swollen nipples.
“Why, what do you mean?”
“I mean,” he says, pulling me up again and holding my hands. “I wouldn’t have made you choose.”
“I am still not sure what you are trying to say,” I say, as he pumps me hard.
“I don’t mind having a baby if it is with the right person,” he says.
“Am I the right person?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he says. “You could be, but I am not so sure anymore.”
“Oh, come on, Valnoir, just give me a straight answer. Are we a thing or not?”
“I can’t answer that,” he says. I hope he is joking, but the expression on his face is pretty serious. I hold his hand and press it to my stomach. “Inside me is our baby. Not just mine, not just yours, but ours. We made it together. I have been through a lot of shit and I have survived. So, whether you are in or out, I am keeping the baby and it’ll survive.”
“This is exactly why I am not sure,” he says. “Your thinking is warped and you completely twist things. I just need some time.”
“Because of the baby?” I ask.
“No, because of you. Sometimes you are affectionate but then you turn cold suddenly. You ignore me and shut me out, and then you start chasing me. I can’t keep up with that.”
“I only did that because I am in love with you,” I tell him, pressing my lips to his. I push my tongue inside his mouth and he sucks it in. When he lets go, I tell him, “I am afraid of losing you. I thought maybe playing hard to get would keep you interested in me. You are the best thing that has happened to me in my whole life…and I don’t even know where I stand with you or what I mean to you.”
“Why would I chase a girl if I weren’t interested in her?” he says. “I just didn’t know it until you gave me the cold shoulder. I have been afraid to admit that you are the one for me.”
“Oh god,” I say. “Honestly, we are both so stupid. Why didn’t you just say something?”
“Well, now it’s all cleared up,” he says, clutching my sides and speeding up. His body tenses and his cock pulses inside me as he climaxes. I shudder as I orgasm, our juices mixing inside me.
“So, what happens next?”
“Are you going to stay here or leave?”
“Hasn’t Viktor
told you?” I ask.
“No, he never bothers with telling me anything.”
“He asked me if I would stay here, and I said yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t stand being away from you. When you weren’t talking to me, staying was the best option to keep myself closer to you. And now that we are talking, I have all the more reason to stay. Wouldn’t you agree?”
He doesn’t answer. He just pulls me in for another passionate kiss, tonguing my mouth and ears, going closer to my neck. Nibbling at my ear lobe, he pauses for a second and then sinks his teeth into me.
It stings but it feels nice knowing it is him. I get a whirling sensation as he sucks my blood, tasting me in the most intimate of ways.
“What…are you doing to me?”
He continues sucking my blood and the high gets overwhelming. I pass out. When I wake up I have a strange feeling. I wonder if he has turned me into a vampire. I feel cold and dead, yet fast and energetic.
“You are up,” he says, when he sees me leaving the room. There is blood on the side of his mouth.
“Have you turned me into a vampire too?”
“No, why would I do that? It will kill our child.”
Relief washes over me as I hear the words ‘our child’ coming from his mouth. This is my new beginning. This is my new chance. This is what I have waited for all my life.
Chapter Twelve - Valnoir
8 Months Later - Thursday
“I feel bloated and fat,” Lola says.
“You look beautiful to me,” I reassure her.
“Look at me, look at this. God, I hate this. And my back is sore, my lips are swollen, my —”
Pouring honey lotion on my hands, I massage her shoulders and back. “Does that feel better?” She leans back her head, tensing her neck muscles, then lets go. “Yeah, that feels good.”
I massage her back and make my way to the front, moisturizing her very pregnant belly. “Look away,” she tells me. “I am fat and ugly.”
Propping a pillow on the bed, I gently push her on her back. “You are sexy as fuck,” I tell her again. And it’s true. Pregnancy really suits her. Her tits have grown to twice their size, her ass bounces when she walks. And every time I look at her, I want to be inside her. Every. Fucking. Time.
Kneading her tender breasts softly with my hands, sucking on her nipples, I find it hard not to push myself inside her. The temptation takes over me and I am about to take off my pants when she pees on the bed.
“Jesus, run to the bathroom. You are peeing on the bed!”
She looks at me, confused. “I think my water just broke.”
Before we can figure out what’s really happening, there’s a contraction. She grabs my hair and pulls hard with all her might, screaming, “TAKE ME TO THE HOSPITAL!”
I go and get my mother and Lady Mary and ask them what to do. Lola is screaming her lungs out every 20 seconds.
“It’s too sunny outside,” Lady Mary says. “We can’t take her to the hospital.”
“We can just send her with one of the humans,” my mother suggests.
“She’s not going anywhere without me. We have had births here before, we are prepared,” I tell them.
“I’ll call the doula and the midwife,” Lady Mary says, and disappears with a whoosh.
“Come on, dear, let’s get you ready,” my mother says, helping Lola up. “Let’s get you comfortable.”
As time passes, things get more painful and Lola continues screaming at me. She holds my hand so tight I feel like my wrist is going to snap. The midwife arrives and the doula offers to take over for me, but Lola refuses to let me go. She is sweating like a sponge being squeezed, her breath is labored and the midwife is telling her to push.
“I can’t,” she pants. “I can’t do it.”
“Lola, listen to me. You are strong. You want this. You can do this,” I say.
“Push, now!” the midwife urges.
“Come on, my dear, you can do this,” my mother whispers at her side. “Push, honey.”
“Lola, PUSH!”
She screams like a siren and pushes, and the screams turn into cries as a baby is born.
“It’s a girl,” Victoria says, materializing out of nowhere with a clap.
“We have a girl! Oh, I am so happy,” Lady Mary says. “I am a grandmother.”
The midwife wraps the baby in a blanket and hands her to me, telling me how to hold her and everything. When I look at her, I see myself and Charlotte reflected in her. I go over to Lola to show her our daughter, but she’s already asleep.
“She’s not breathing,” the midwife says.
“Give me the baby, see to Lola,” Victoria says, rushing to my side and taking the baby. I sink my teeth into Lola’s wrist in a last-ditch effort to not lose her. I feel a faint pulse as I deliver the fatal bite to push her through death and bring her back on the other side.
The baby cries for her mother as everybody stands around the dead body in a stunned silence. I hold my breath, my eyes fixed on Lola’s chest, looking for any sign of life. There is none. Tears form in my eyes and they are about to pour our when she slowly opens her eyes.
“I’m thirsty,” she croaks hoarsely. “What’s going on?”
Victoria brings the baby to her. “You just delivered a baby, congratulations! And you died, but now you are back, so welcome to the undead.”
Lola looks at me, puzzled. “I’ll explain it later. You were dying or something, so I had to turn you. But now you are back, so it’s all cool.” She’s still dazed, but whether it’s the bite or the birth, I can’t tell. Either way, it is the perfect time to ask her something that I have been wanting to ask.
I pull out the box from my pocket, open it and kneel by her bedside. “You are seriously going to do this right here, right now?” Lola whines.
“Oh, shut up and just say yes already,” I say.
“Ask properly!”
“My dear Lola, love of my life, mother of my child and newly turned vampire companion, will you marry me and be my wife for an eternity in this world?”
“You’re pathetic,” she says. “Come here and kiss me. Yes! Yes! I have waited so long for you to ask this.”
“I love you.”
“Okay, okay, enough of the drama,” Victoria says. “What name have you decided on for the baby?”
We haven’t decided any name, because we didn’t know what we were expecting. We wanted a surprise. But the second I saw her, I knew what the perfect name for her was.
“Charlotte,” Lola and I say in unison. “Charlotte?” we repeat, looking at each other.
“You like the name too,” I say, gazing at Lola.
“Oh, it’s the perfect name, Valnoir!”
“Okay, now I want everyone to leave so I can have my wife and baby to myself for a while.”
“Just this once,” Victoria says. “I won’t let you keep my niece away from me again.”
“I won’t ask again,” I promise.
As the door closes behind Victoria, I realize I don’t just have a new member in my family, but a new family altogether. Everything has fallen into place like pieces in a puzzle.
*****
THE END
Abducted by the Vampire Prince
Description
A curvy witch chosen as a bride PLUS a vampire prince fighting fate PLUS a deadly prophecy!
She loved him before she met him.
Rachel is a witch and a Seer, capable of seeing the future, and what she has seen is the vampire prince, Henry. When she and her younger sister, Leila, are kidnapped by vampires, she already knows that he will choose them both to be his brides. She already loves him, and can't wait until her belly grows with his baby.
On the day Henry was born, it was prophesized that one day he would kill his father. He has always shrunk from that knowledge, determined to change the foreseen future...
But the conception of the prince's child heralds the death of the prince's fat
her. He has no way of knowing when he first sees Rachel that he will love her, or that, when she gets pregnant, his father will order him to kill her.
With fate dictating that he must kill somebody he loves, his father or his bride, Henry takes the only choice available to him: with his brides at his side, he flees the underground kingdom.
But there is no running from fate. It will always follow, and Henry's father will never stop hunting them…
Can they survive and change their destiny? Will their love conquer all?
Chapter One
The only light in the sky was the moon. It was full and round. Pregnant. If she peered close enough, Rachel could almost make out the image of a baby in the dark spots on the glowing orb. Her heart pounded against her ribs and her mouth was dry as she gazed upward, her eyes bright as she searched the moon, as if it could confirm she had made the right choice. A gentle breeze blew through her long, dark hair.
"This is it," she whispered, hardly daring to break the silence. She tore her gaze from the sky and scanned the area around them. They would be coming soon, eyes glowing in the inky black. "As soon as a cloud moves over the moon."
Beside her, her younger sister, Leila, scowled fiercely as she shifted. She flipped a coin nervously through her fingers, making it disappear from one palm and reappear in the next. "I hope you're right about this… scratch that, I know you're right. I just hope you know what you're doing and that your visions haven't blinded you."
Rachel allowed a smile at her sister's growl. It was a calculated risk, after all. Visions couldn’t always be interpreted exactly. Precognition was a rare magical gift, especially among witches with only minimal training, like her and Leila. If things happened the way she thought, they would never see the surface again.
But humans were becoming more and more aware of the magic in the world around them, and it was only a matter of time before the sisters were caught and locked up. Going underground was the best choice. Even if Rachel didn't know exactly what was waiting for them below, she knew enough.
