Pray or Prey (closed)

[a_libertine]

Ludwig stared at Vanessa's bared breasts and smiled in victory and moved closer to her. His almost talon like finger nail trailed up her taut stomach up between her breasts.

"Vanessa, how I have missed you." Ludwig whispered. His hand wrapped around her firm tit, thumb dragging across her rapidly hardening nipple. Vanessa's body reacting involuntarily to the touch that had caressed it so frequently decades ago.

Ludwig's mouth descended onto Vanessa's, his lips hungry and possessive.

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa watched him advance, anxious. She felt as though she was letting Torsten down with every second that passed. What would I rather? she asked herself,Torsten angry or Torsten dead?

As she was still on her knees, she stood. Very offensive. If the Prince had had honest and just intentions that move would have earned a beating. But Ludwig was too busy grabbing her breast. Vanessa's breath hitched reflexively. She didn't want this. She didn't want to crave his experienced touch.

And then his mouth came upon her own, his tongue visiting all areas of her mouth. It was intruding, rough, possessive. Claiming what was not his.

Vanessa stayed passive. She did not want to fuel the Prince's heated fire, she did not want to make him more excited. She told herself, when her core slickened under her, thay she was doing the right thing. She hoped, for Torsten's sake, that she was correct.

 

[a_libertine]

Ludwig broke the kiss with Vanessa his eyes bored into hers. "You were once a much better kisser Vanessa," he sneered at her.

Walking around Vanessa, the king stopped wrapping his hand around the collar of her blouse. Yanking it down violently, Vanessa stepped back involuntarily from the force as he threw the blouse aside.

"I expect much better from you Vanessa."

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa took a quick step back when the Prince tore her blouse from her with excessive force. She winced, her mind imagining that anger and violence directed at Torsten. She must keep him satisfied, or else.

When he approached her again, kneading her chest and kissing her, she kissed back. She was doing this for her mate. She wished it was her mate. But to keep him safe, she would have to let the Prince do whatever he wanted to her.

She tried to kiss him back in such a way that he knew she wasn't willing to do this, but still showing that she would do anything for Torsten. But it was impossible to control her sex as it wettened and her nipples as they hardened under Ludwig's touch.

 

[a_libertine]

Ludwig watched as Vanessa's body betrayed her mouth, reacting to his touch as he remembered it once did. Her aroma filled the air, his nostrils flared as he sniffed it out.

Stepping in closer to Vanessa, Ludwig's thin lips brushed against hers, his teeth catching her lower lip as he pulled against it. "A part of you will always be mine, Vanessa."

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa's lip, which was caught between Ludwig's teeth, quivered. She wanted to reply, to say how she never was his in the first place, that to her he was just a fledgling to look after, one that had potential to become the next Prince. But she dared not. She just stayed silent, thinking about her mate.

How would he react to this? Was he near, near enough to hear what was going on? She knew he wasn't in pain; her bloodbond would have made it known to her. But she didn't know much else. Could he hear her? Did he know that she was doing this for him? Did he think she was breaking the oath she swore? Did he know that the Prince was exempt from that oath, that the Prince could kill them both?

She hoped the Prince was satisfied with what he had and didn't ask for anything else of her.

 

[a_libertine]

Ludwig saw a glimmer of defiance die in Vanessa's eyes as she began to understand the eventuality of the situation. Part of the King hoped that she would resist, forcing him to force himself onto her. Another part wanted her willing participation, he moans to fill the mansion as he took her like in days gone by.

Ludwig walked back to his throne and sat upon in, his arms laying casually on the rests. "I don't recall giving you leave to stand Vanessa." His voice was sharp and crisp like an autumn evening's chill. "Kneel" he ordered.

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa watched happily as the Prince walked away, glad that he seemed to be happy with what little he had done with her. She watched him for a while, then backed at her to kneel. She complied, kneeling on the marble about twelve feet from him.

"My lord," she began, "What use is there of this? I have sworn myself to Torsten. Nothing but death seperates mates."

Vanessa now knew exactly why she had ne'er felt for the Prince. He was spoilt, royalty from birth. He always got what he wanted. He had tantrums when his way was not chosen. When she looked at him, all she could see was a whining infant, an angry young vampire with too much power at his disposal.

"This will not change anything." she said.

 

[a_libertine]

Ludwig sat on his throne staring at Vanessa watching as her face tumulted with all of the emotions of her thinking. He looked at her and said flatly, "This changes everything. You will come pleasure your king, and be pleasured by him, for that is his wish."

Ludwig spread his legs luridly, his eyes keeping Vanessa's captive and whispered with might, "Come here."

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa hissed angrily, but stood and walked to Ludwig. She could not ignore a direct order like that, nor could she find a way around it. She knew he would never physically hurt her, but he would have other ways of making her suffer- starving her until she complied, taking away her lands and properties, harming Torsten...

She stood before him, looking down at him. With a gesture he motioned her to kneel again, and she did, as unceremoniously as possible.

 

[a_libertine]

Ludwig stared at Vanessa, his voice hard and cold as he said, "No one granted you permission to stand. Go back and start again."

Hearing her hiss of anger again he stared at her. his eyes carried a promise of pain and agony that no mortal could fathom. His stare never wavered, her just as intense. So softly that no one more than a foot from them could hear, Ludwig whispered, "Disobey me, I want you to."

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa hissed again and walked back to her previousnplave. He wanted her to crawl! Like a dog? Like a puny human? That would not happen. She would kiss him, expose her body to him, but never would she lower herself to such a low.

And then he whispered for her to disobey him. That he wanted her to disobey him. He knew her too well, knew that she would hate to crawl to anyone, let alone him. She held his gaze, for endless moments, trying to get him to weaken. But his resolve was as strong as her own. A growl started in her chest, growing in volume until it was the only sound that could be heard.

But she would not move an inch.

 

[a_libertine]

A smile played upon Ludwig's lips that did not touch his eyes, as his hand reached down an pinched Vanessa's right nipple, not quite softly. "Good Vanessa, defy me," he whispered, "I'll make sure your childling mate pays your debt for you."

 

[CharChar123]

After listening to the Prince's words, Vanessa's growl shifted to a tamed snarl. "No!" she said, keeping the murderous eye contact. She would not crawl
on the ground, but she also would not let him hurt Torsten. Especially because of her. She refused to be the reason for any harm coming to her mate.

"Ludwig," she said, calming her tone to a strained murmur, "You know I would never crawl for anybody. You know me, better than my mate knows me right now. I am all for obeying a just king; I would happily obey orders from an honest monarch. But to do this-to attempt to humiliate the very vampire who helped you become prince- is shameful.

"I will not crawl. I will do anything else to make sure my mate is safe, but you must remeber who it is that put you on his pedestal you are on. Remember that it was I who safer you from certain death those decades ago."

 

[a_libertine]

Ludwig's eyes burned with a passion that had not been present since Wagner died as he looked at Vanessa. "You imply that I am not a just king, nor would be king with out you."

Standing the shadows of the room flickered then began to move in response to his mood. Thick dangers tendrils of shadow writhed and twisted toward the kneeling Vanessa. Their cold diaphanous fingers traced along Vanessa's skin gently.

Ludwig's voice was cold and hard, barely no inflection at all until the last word that carried a derisive tone, "Perhaps Vanessa dearest, it is the act of crawling only that will save your 'mate'."

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa's eyes opened wide in anger. He was denying the fact that she helped him become king? It was she who saved him from dying when he was a fledgling. It was she who taught him about their life. It was she who paid countless debts for him when he had slipped up and fed on another's land. It was she who, when the time for a new monarch came, made sure Ludwig's name was on the list and that he had the majority vote.

"If you do not believe that it was I who set you up to be king, then you are truly ignorant," she snarled through gritted teeth.

Inside Vanessa an anger burned. Not an all-consuming fire, but one little flame of blue fury. A dozen humans would die in disgusting ways, tomorrow night. She would make them suffer, she would take her anger out on them, she thought.

Vanessa felt defeated. It was a lose-lose situation. If she crawled to him, he would know he won and start demanding greater things of her. If she didn't, Torsten would suffer. She let her eyes drop. She had lost. She put her head down, her hands on the ground and leaned her weight on all fours. Twenty-four humans, she vowed. Even thirty.

And she crawled to him, swallowing back the growls and hisses and snarls she wished she could release.

 

[a_libertine]

A smile creased Ludwig's face as he watched Vanessa crawl to him, her hatred and disgust clearly telegraphed by her face. As she arrived at the foot of the throne shadows began to trail their tenuous fingers along her body, cupping her breasts, twisting her nipples lightly.

Scores of chilled 'hands' caressed and teased Vanessa, Ludwig whispered, "I have learned much since our last encounter, lovely Vanessa."

The shadowy hands lifted Vanessa off the ground and twisted her gently to where she was laying back, nearly prone. Touching caressing the tendrils flowed under her slacks, raising goose pimples along her skin.

"Just say the word, Vanessa, and I will show you pleasures unimagined by you."

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa felt her body being held by something, by black tendrils, and her breasts were cupped, her nipples rolled around softly. She had not expected him to have progressed this far, as king- he was a natural leader, born to be above the rest in both his first and second life.

Vanessa tried to hold back her moans of pleasure, but Ludwig could tell she was aroused despite her trying to conceal it. She was a creature of sin; she couldn't deny sexual pleasures even if the source of which was unholy.

She felt herself being lifted up in the air, and she hissed reflexively, not being accustomed to not controlling her own movements. She was off the ground now, on her back, almost spread for him, if her trousers were not in the way. The opaque snakes found their way into her trouser legs, she groaned out.

"Please," she breathed, "don't make me, Ludwig."

She knew that she could refuse now, but if he ordered her, then she had no choice at all.

 

[a_libertine]

The tendrils of shadow continued caressing Vanessa, fleetingly playing across her skin, so light that the very moment after the tendril left her skin quivered at its loss.

Vanessa's breasts becoming acquainted with the feathery touch heaved mightily as Ludwig closed his hand around one, rolling the nipple between his fingers. "Of course Vanessa, I won't make you. You will ask me to."

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa squirmed, the flickering tendrils fleeting across her body. She couldn't help that she loved it, loved the way they felt, how they danced over her skin, making her feel good.

Ludwig leaned forward, the shadows edging her closer to him to help him reach, and grabbed one of her breasts. She cried out; she was so senstitve already, anything he did would get a response from her. His fingers rolled her nipple around, feeling how hard it was.

Vanessa held back a stupidly loud groan. Torsten was probably near. He would be able to hear her. She reminded herself of what would happed if she didn't do what Ludwig wanted. He would be beaten, starved... she never wanted that for him.

"Ludwig," she whispered, "Take me, please. I want you."

The words were untrue. She wanted Torsten. Torsten, Torsten, Torsten. But that wouldn't happen unless she made Ludwig satisfied.

 

[a_libertine]

Ludwig's hands traveled along Vanessa's body as the tendrils undressed her, toyed with her, heightened her state of arousal. His fingers twisted her nipples, pulled on them, alternating speed and amount of pressure he applied.

Vanessa's moans started filling the chamber, her body betraying her mind and heart, her body shaking with need and desire.

Slowly two tendrils became more substantive. Nudged against Vanessa's vagina, penetrating slowly, expanding as it gathered more and more shadow stuff, filling her core completely. As her heart raced, the shadow cock in her pulsated in time with it, each racing the other.

Tilting Vanessa's head back, Ludwig rammed his cock down her throat, thrusting his hips forward hard.

A pencil like tendril of shadow slowly worked its way down Vanessa's back, nestling itself between her ass cheeks. "Vanessa, darling before we are done, you will begin to understand what 'anything' means."

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa's body was subjected to many pleasures. At her legs, the tendrils tore off her trousers, leaving her naked to Ludwig's eyes. Her breasts were being fondled by him, her nipples twisted slowly, quickly, softly, roughly.

A shadowy entity entered her, ravaging her slick cunny and making her voice cry out, despite her trying not to. The 'cock' was thick, fast and deliciously breathtaking. Vanessa was confused.

She hadn't realized how close she was to Ludwig, when her mouth was being stuffed with his member. The Prince wasted no time, forcefully ramming into her throat, forcing Vanessa to stop breathing, to stop panting out.

His voice was triumphant and exultant; he was quite obviously pleased with what he had achieved. He was having sex with a taken woman, and Vanessa was terrified of how Torsten would react to all of this.

It was useless trying to talk, to answer back, as she was being taken in her mouth. She had no choice but to take, take, take, like the cheap, spineless harlot she had become in his eyes.

 

[a_libertine]

Torsten heard the sounds of pleasure coming from the 'throne' room and rage over took him. His heart turned icy as his demeanor changed instantly. Pulling a stake from the waist band of his pants, he turned on the two guards, staking one before either could move.

The remaining guard instantly lunged for Torsten. Clenching like gladiators of old, the two vampires circled round each other, each looking for a mistake to capitalize on.

Torsten's mistake came when he heard Vanessa's scream of pleasure. His concentration slipped and the older vampire broke the hold, sending Torsten flying across the room to land in a heap.

 

[CharChar123]

Vanessa could roughly hear some commotion from the other side of the door, but she was too... preoccupied to take much heed. Ludwig was still forcing himself into her throat, groaning loudly as he approached his climax.

The cock inside Vanessa pulsated and throbbed inside of her. Vanessa found herself flooding, her juices coating it as it relentlessly went at her. A small twine of shadow wove itself around her clit, making her groan around Ludwig's thick meat.

Shouting some obscene comment, Lugwig came in Vanessa's mouth, filling her throat with his thick and poweful seed. He didn't pull out of her; he left her no choice but to swallow him, to ingest his cum like a dirty whore.

And through it all, she moaned, her body ruling her mind as she came again.

 

[a_libertine]

Torsten felt the other vampire begin to twist his arm to the side, trying to gain leverage. Squirming around Torsten kicked his legs up and over the other vampire freeing himself.

Continuing the motion that sprang him, Torsten would up sitting on top of the older vampire. Grabbing the hair on either side of the head Torsten slammed the vampires' head onto the marble floor over and over.

Craning the neck to the side, Torsten sank his fangs deep into vampire's neck.