Blood Of Kings (Transfusion Book 3)

by Stephanie Hudson

  But he did this all the same, along with pull his finger free, despite my moan of protest. Then he brought the coated finger not to his own lips this time, but to mine.

  “Here, now you get to taste both of us,” he said forcing his finger in my mouth and letting the flavour of my sex burst across my tongue before he then pulled it free and kissed me again, keeping his finger close enough to slip in there as well. This was so we were both experiencing the taste together. Gods, but it was so erotic, so raw I wondered if I wouldn’t come from that alone. But then the answer to that came when his hand went back to my entrance and just as he forced two fingers forcefully inside, he said this time,

  “Now it’s time to abuse that pretty pussy of yours.”

  Lucius

  Chapter 21

  Coming Home

  Watching Amelia as she came all over my fingers, soaking them from forcing her to squirt a release on them was like staring into the face of perfection! The way her head fell back, and mouth permanently open, panting and moaning as she was forced the pleasure upon her. The way she begged for me to stop so sweetly, Gods, it was fucking music to my ears! But yet, I would not stop, for I knew there was more in her yet. And each time, she would wheeze out a plea for me to stop, but seconds later begging me to continue. I was such a fucking sadist when it came to my addiction and she was every fucking inch of the only drug I craved!

  The way her body arched into the force of my thrusts as I fucked her with my fingers, adding to the size after each orgasm I demanded from her. Her hot little curvy body, bouncing, shaking, shuddering and quaking to my every touch, it was like the most beautiful plaything. A fine-tuned instrument and one I swear I could have continued performing with for hours. But the purpose of my hand at her neck was not just to hold her steady so she wouldn’t hurt herself with her thrashing, but it was also to monitor her pulse, knowing through that when she had finally had enough. Because my owned and used little doll needed to be taken care of and as much as I was having fun, I knew it would only take its toll on her fragile and mortal body.

  And with her being my first mortal taken since my change, then I knew I had to give way to caution, no matter how hard or rough I wanted to take her. I had to be conscious of what she could handle, for my size alone could hurt her if ever she was not completely ready to take me. And there was the sexual pain to get off from and then there was just pain.

  But with this being said, she continued to take me to the edge of losing all control, pushing and pushing at the beast in me every time I took her. I just wanted her in chains! I wanted her spread out on a crux decussata, better known as the St Andrews cross, restrained in a spread-eagle position. Shackled to the X frame so I could do as I did now all over again. I would then release her legs from the crux decussata and fuck her senseless!

  But that was what she did to me. She flooded my mind with everything that was her, consuming my thoughts. That infallible icy demeanor I was famous for, all of it gone the second she merely uttered my name. Gods, but just getting her down here in the first place had been a challenge, as leaving her in bed in the morning when waking had been a fucking chore in itself. I had awoken, possessively cupping her sex and it was no fucking wonder considering earlier in the night I had woken to find her missing.

  Gods, but the sheer fucking panic had me ready to tear down my own fucking walls to find her! I had been in such a rage, that the second I heard her in the bathroom I couldn’t help but react like a wild irrational beast, actually letting my Demon take more of a lead this time.

  And in truth, I had felt like an utter bastard for it! Especially seeing as my main objective was to try and make her feel at home and at ease here. But instead, on the very first night, she finds me furious simply because she got up to use the fucking bathroom! Of course, the encounter had thankfully ended well, as in that moment entering her body and fucking her was the only thing that I had needed in order to calm the fuck down. As I needed to take what I owned and her fuckable, hot little body was all fucking mine to take advantage of.

  So, I had.

  And just like all other times before and since, Gods it was incredible. It was like nothing I had experienced before, as she was that something sweet in my life that I wanted to gorge myself on. I wasn’t joking when telling her that I was addicted. And since healing her, then I knew I was finally safe to take her the way I wanted to, without feeling like the utter bastard I had felt when seeing the true extent of her injuries beforehand.

  Gods, but I had been so furious with her for letting me take her that way. The thought of causing her that type of pain, was enough to cause a physical reaction within me. For it wasn’t often a Vampire would feel nauseated.

  But like I had said, I knew the difference between sexual pain and just regular pain, as one she got off on, the other only a true masochist would feed from. And my sweet Amelia was simply an innocent little submissive in need of a firm hand and patient training. Especially when she started questioning why she got off on the things I had made her get off on. Because my girl was a fighter, through and through and I fucking loved that about her.

  But the misconception that every submissive was like that in every aspect of their life and not just the bedroom was usually false, for each being was different. Simply put, it depended on the person, along with the hand that lead the submissive, as some exercised the need for control continuously. And there were those who liked asserting dominance in the bedroom after spending the day being challenged.

  I had always believed I had been of the first type, given my position as ruler. It was well known my need to exert my control over my Kingdom and with a firm fucking hand at that! But since Amelia, then fuck me, the way she turned me on with her playful banter and witty remarks, that personal preference I had been holding on to went and took a flying fucking leap out the window!

  The way she most certainly challenged me and at every turn at that. Gods, but it was like a breath of fresh air after being forced to live underground for a millennia. In fact, I never seemed to know what she would fucking do next and the excitement in me at finding out was only making it harder to be without her. For when I was, I constantly questioned what it was she was doing. I worried over the simplest of things. Like had she eaten enough? Had she had a moment of clumsiness and fallen or hurt herself? It was near fucking exhausting if truth be told.

  As for her stubbornness, like the battle of having her move in. I knew that I couldn’t have hidden the fact her stuff had been delivered sooner than I thought it would have. Which meant I therefore had to tackle the subject matter with her yet again and sooner than I would have liked, as I had believed it wouldn’t have been quite so fast but, in a way, I was now glad it was done, for it was one more thing I could cross of the list, one nearly as long as my fucking arm where she was concerned.

  It was why the second I took in the changes she had made in my personal space I knew instantly what her game of play was. And well, speaking of play…

  “Please…oh Gods, please Lucius no more, I can’t…I can’t…” she said weakening now to the point she could no longer remain on her feet. Nor the shuddering muscles in her legs, as I had to leave her throat during that last screaming orgasm to keep her upright until finished.

  “Alright, ssshh now, I will give you the rest you need,” I told her in hushed tones as she was very nearly asleep already. So, I snapped the length of silk I had tied her with. One I’d had at the ready knowing I would spend the night with her tied to me this time, so she couldn’t leave again without first waking me.

  But then this had more than served a purpose as well, I thought with a hidden grin. However, when she started to slump forward, I feared I had taken her too far. I lifted her fully into my arms and carried her around to the side of the bed, before laying her down to sleep. After this I tore my T shirt over my head and used it to clean her up. She moaned in her sleep and squirmed in the way I fucking adored, trying in vain to get away from my hand. One that touched wh
at I knew was now a well and truly abused pussy, and one I also intended to take again later.

  Oh, but she would soon discover my increased appetite for sex now that she had finally been situated firmly in my life. And well, I had a lot of making up for lost time to do. As well as teaching my sweet little scholar a thing or two about her role in my bed and out of it. Starting with getting my way and making her unpack. Something I had most definitely achieved much to her vexation and the reason I grinned now.

  But like I said, her game had been clear from the start. For she had thought to purposely irk me by displaying everything she owned, including an array of very feminine pillows now on my couch. This along with a new display unit for all her ‘toys’.

  When Caspian had told me what he caught her doing then I had been furious. For she could have fallen and hurt herself, or worse, making me decide instantly after that, to change aspects of my home to make it safer for her. To be honest, this had been something I had decided when watching her navigate the bridge. It was one that led into the tunnel entrance to my private quarters and a place that she had nearly fallen over on from her premature victory dance. Something I would have found charming had it not been followed by the possibility of hurting herself.

  So, by the time I had arrived back I had been fully ready to reprimand her about moving furniture around without aid, being thankful for Caspian’s arrival when he did. This despite his actions that I discovered after the fact!

  But then I had walked into my home and the sight that greeted me, had me too moved mentally to do much else other than stare. I knew she hadn’t yet spotted me for I watched her for a good ten minutes before letting my presence be known.

  I was utterly fascinated. Not just by the sight of her, one that was far beyond fucking adorable but with the way she cleaned her toy figures and added her commentary to whatever nonsense she had been watching at the time. Things like, you go girl, bazooka that demon’s ass!

  It had actually made me wonder what she was watching at that point, especially when she was so engrossed, she wasn’t looking at what she was doing. Something that caused her to catch the pad of her thumb on a pointed piece of her figurine. Then I watched as she sucked it into her mouth and Gods but the sight of her sat there had me hard in seconds. She looked the very epitome of innocent virginity, even one after I had staked my claim and taken it for myself. The way she had started sucking the pain from her thumb, wearing those fuck me glasses and that tight T-shirt that clung to the delicious curve of her breasts. Gods, but my cock could have carved out the fucking rock surrounding us!

  I knew then how I would have her sucking on my own thumb, watching those wide blue eyes of her staring up at me in question over the rim of the thick frames. Oh, the corruption, and what fucking sweet delights it had brought me! But then once again as was the way with my girl, the second her delectable mouth had swallowed down my cock she had quickly stolen my control and claimed it as her own.

  I had to say, I was looking forward to a future where this little power battle between us would continue and not just in the bedroom. Hellfire, but I just couldn’t seem to get enough of her! Even now, looking down at her as she slept, and I wanted to wake her with the slide of my cock penetrating her from behind, doing so as gently as possible and seeing how long it would take for her to wake and realise.

  Mmm, perhaps tonight I would sleep with my length still nestled inside her, for staying hard around her wasn’t a problem. For that was the damn understatement of the year, for my problem was trying to walk around here without a constant hard on!

  Even earlier when dealing with the business of her family, I had entered my office to find my council waiting but with only a glance at my desk and I was assaulted with thoughts of taking her hard against it. This then meant walking the length of the room with the very obvious imprint of my cock down my leg pressing heavily against my jeans. I even snarled and threatened violence at Clay who openly laughed at seeing it. Of course, it was a threat he didn’t take seriously as thankfully I had taken her only hours before. However, I found that trying to keep a level head when I hadn’t, was becoming a difficult endurance. Like an irritable alcoholic that needed a drink.

  Something I thankfully didn’t have added to the annoyance of Clay’s emergency phone call…fucking Dominic Draven. To be honest, I had been surprised it had taken him this long and no doubt this was down to his wife’s influence in trying to keep her husband under control. Obviously even she had exhausted her talents.

  Earlier…

  “Is there anything to report?” I had asked when taking my seat behind my overly large carved partner desk, one topped in red leather. As far as offices go, it was old school, with lots of dark mahogany that both panelled the walls as it did with the coffered ceilings. A grand fireplace made from Egyptian rose marble dominated one side of the room, whilst my desk dominated the other. The stone floor was the same marble as the heavily carved fire surround, done so in the design of two Roman warriors standing guard. A sight that always took me back to a different time. One filled with politics, corruption and the backstabbing pastime of murdering Emperors. And I would know seeing as I was one of them when I seized power shortly after the death of Emperor Pertinax back in 193, this during the Year of the Five Emperors.

  But this was my office, a reminder of the many lives lived throughout my two thousand years plus on this Earth. Like the picture above the fireplace that was my first home and place of birth. Queriot, a town located south of Jerusalem in Judea. But no one knew of this or could guess that the mountain in the painting was Mount Hebron. This was the highest point and comprising the bulk of the central Judean Mountains.

  However, no one knew much of my past, other than the stories my people fed on like the fucking mortal world of the rich and famous. As even Angels and Demons loved fucking gossip and well, when you were King, it unfortunately came with the territory. But it also made me wonder how much of my history Amelia knew.

  She had never asked, and it made me wonder what would come of that conversation. I knew that for her, she had been extremely sheltered so it stood to reason she knew very little of my past, as I couldn’t exactly see daddy dearest divulging in our sordid history. Like the fact for more years than not, I had been his personal assassin. Admittedly a role I had much preferred at the time to that of king, a rule I didn’t relish in for many years after I had been turned.

  In fact, it was only a title to me and not one I had taken seriously until after I had severed all ties between myself and my old friend. Oh, but then it had been a kingdom I would not strengthen and grow in size but use to my advantage when seeking out my revenge.

  But that past was long gone and buried beneath my very flesh with the blood of Christ forging my soul into what had been owed to me long ago.

  Fuck, but just thinking back over my long life and it made me wonder how such a conversation between myself and my Chosen One would even start. This, of course, included my gloved hand that until yesterday when my rage had consumed me, no-one had ever seen. But seeing as she had never asked me about it, I was at a loss as to her feelings on the matter. Which in the end, had been one of the most surprising things about her, for I knew she wanted to ask, as I had seen her glance at it enough times to know this for certain. My only conclusion was it was the fear of my reaction to such a question that prevented her from doing so and like the bastard I was, I was thankful for it, as it wasn’t a story I was yet ready to tell her.

  Like many others.

  Hell, but I could just imagine the questions now. In that way she was very much like her mother, always asking fucking questions! However, as much as it had been an annoyance with Keira, I was curious as to why I never found it so with Amelia. No, instead, I found her curious nature an endearing quality and her eagerness to learn of my people’s history and culture was nothing but encouraging. Despite how much her father had wished to keep it from her, the fact was that now she was mine and that meant she was my responsibility.
She was in my care, so his wishes were a fucking moot point as far as I was concerned. She was my girl to protect and that included what I felt prudent for her to know and not know. And besides, I was the one being gifted the sight of her pleasure when providing her with the source of her addiction for knowledge. The way her eyes had lit up with excitement had been fucking adorable! And well, having her throw herself at me in gratitude was only another bonus for granting her what she desired.

  If anything, I guess I should be thankful for the sheltered life they had deemed necessary, as I was the one benefitting from it now. And speaking of overbearing fathers, it was my time to have to deal with hers.

  “Nothing to report as such, just a pissed off King threatening to storm the castle should we not have his daughter returned and have her ass on his private jet within the hour,” Clay replied and Ruto rolled his eyes at this, muttering,

  “It’s thirty fucking years ago, all over again minus an Imp.”

  I scoffed at this and rolled my own eyes, thinking again back to my Amelia and when I caught her doing the same.

  “But of course, he did.” I answered dryly.

  “When was this?” I asked making Clay smirk when answering,

  “Sixty nine minutes ago.” Now this made me smile.

  “Well, I’d bet not keep the royal dick waiting then,” I said then nodded to the door for my people to leave, picking up my phone and tapping on the one number named asshole. It was also a number that had changed many times throughout the years, as his anger usually got the better of him and ended up destroying the phone. I wondered then with a smirk if the current one would last the call.

  Part of me hoped not. Oh, who was I kidding, all of me hoped not.