The Vampire Queen's Servant

[MarcelineTheVampireQueen]

Don't mean to bother ya'll, but I couldn't help but notice my nane in your title. CARRY ON.

 

[HottieKatie]

Lysa woke up at the usual time, for so many years now she wouldn't need an alarm clock any more, her body knew well when she sun had gone down

As her mind got clear and her muscles got ready to get up, she realized the night had helped her organize her ideas. She had a lot to work on Caleb, but she could do it. She had done it before and she was ready. She just needed to focus.

Lyssa got up and went to her dressing room. From one of the drawers she got a black lace thong. From another, a black chiffon robe. On the way out the room, she stopped a second to grab her favorite pendant, a golden carved rose that she had had for a very long time. It made her feel stronger, a symbol of how strong and cruel beautiful things could be.

She was feeling happy and friendly, but as she stepped on the door she had to stop. She could see Caleb had cleaned it, but she could smell the unmistakeable scent of human semen. Unbelievable. One night and he had already stained her house. Lyssa had to admit the smell turned her on a little, but he wouldn't be allowed to brand her floor like a dog...

Dog! Her puppies! With all the excitement and changes Lyssa had forgotten to visit her babies. Lyssa owned three Manchester Terriers that had been with her since... forever. In her absence, she made sure someone took care of them, placing food for them, and water. But when she came back for a trip she always visited them in the back yard, where they stood when she was not at home.

But now she was too busy with Caleb. She couldn't take the time to play with them, they would have to wait. Another reason to punish him. Caleb was being such a bad boy. And they were just starting.

Already in the stairs, she sharpened her senses to try and find Caleb. She didn't want to call him. Soon she would have his first mark, and she would always know where he was. But for now, she would have to rely on her senses.

His smell was all around the place, so she followed it. He had been in the kitchen, probably eating something. Also in the bathroom, the dinning room... Lyssa wondered what he would have thought about the things he had seen. Lyssa, as most vampires, had a special and unusual taste in decoration. Sex was a prior part in their lives, and they were not afraid to show it.

After a little walk around the house, she finally found him in the library, inspecting one of the nicest pieces of equipment in her collection. Maybe they could start there... It was not the first thing she had in mind for him. There were better options for a beginner like Caleb, but there was always room for improvisation.

"Amazing, right?", she started as she went down the spiral stairs inside the library. "One of the finest pieces of furniture I own. It took me a lot of time to find it, and get it. Too bad I can't use it as much as I would like..." she finished as she reached down and caressed the back of the chair on her way to the shelves.

"Well, Caleb, you have not behaved nicely", Lyssa started.

She went on walking around the room as she checked the thousands of books there, like looking for one in particular.

She kept talking, not looking at him, as if she was alone in the room, talking to herself.

"It is not proper for a guest to defile the home of the host", she stopped and grabbed a book, but left it again in its place.

"Yes, of course I know", se went on, imagining his thoughts. "The cleaning you did was not enough. You will fix that later, of course. But first, a punishment is in due. As this is your first time, I'll let you have a say in it. It does not mean I'll take your suggestion directly, but I'll take it into account."

She finally turned around and looked directly to him.

"So, can you think of any way you can make up for your little... misbehavior?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Caleb Reese

What was he getting himself into?

He shook himself. No, he knew from the first moment he saw Lyssa that wherever she went he'd follow her. By her side was his place, even if it meant being her slave. He would do this, no matter the consequences.

The doors to the second floor of the library swung open and he turned to see Lyssa standing in the doorway looking down on him. His breath caught in his throat at the sight of her. She wore barely nothing but a black thong of delicate lace, a gold necklace, and a sheer robe, and nothing beyond that. Her breast weren't large, but neither were they small. They were a pleasing handful that he ached to find how responsive they were to his fingers or tongue. The nipples were dark shadows beneath the chiffon fabric of the robe and he wanted to peel it back to free them to his gaze and taste them.

Blue eyes assessed him as he stared up at her, taking in the clothes he had borrowed from Peter's wardrobe. This was not the same woman as the one in the salon. There she had been unsure what to do with him. Here now Caleb sensed a confidence and certainty in her as she gazed down at him.

Bare feet walked down the brass spiral staircase as she said to him, "Amazing, right?"

Caleb glanced back to the chair behind him.

She reached the floor of the library and stepped towards him. "One of the finest pieces of furniture I own. It took me a lot of time to find it, and get it." She passed him and reached out a hand to caress the smooth leather of the chair's back. "Too bad I can't use it as much as I would like..."

"I imagine with Peter gone alot of the things you have here have gone neglected for too long, my lady," Caleb nodded to the grand portrait of a young and potent looking Peter chained between the two pillars outside. Something was off here. He could feel a little bit of tension to her bearing, like a mousetrap he was just about to step upon.

Turning to watch her as she crossed over to the wallength mahogany bookcases. "Well, Caleb, you have not behaved nicely."

His brow furrowed thinking back on what he had done today that could possibly have displeased her.

She continued her back to him fingers and eyes tracing over the spines of the books there as if searching for one in particular, "It is not proper for a guest to defile the home of the host."

"Oh," He stated realizing she must have smelled his cum on the floor from last night. Damn, he'd forgotten Vampires had a heightened sense of smell. "I did clean up after myself, my lady."

"Yes, of course I know," She said pulling out a book only to replace back on its shelf, "The cleaning you did was not enough. You will fix that later, of course. But first, a punishment is in due."

"Punishment?" He asked eyes wide.

"As this is your first time, I'll let you have a say in it," She added, "It does not mean I'll take your suggestion directly, but I'll take it into account." She finally turned to look directly at him and despite the revealing lingerie she wore Caleb felt naked before her gaze.

He swallowed, cleared his throat. "I'm not afraid of pain, my lady only to be turned away from you. Whatever you wish to do to me, I will bear, save that. It would destroy me."

 

[HottieKatie]

"Oh Dear, dear, dear...", Lyssa said as she finally found the book she was looking for.

"Afraid of being away...", Lyssa opened the book and looked into some pages. It looked like a quite old book, but it wasn't at all broken or damaged in any way. Lyssa took good care of all her possessions, she liked to keep her things in good health.

"Maybe my friend Ahab here will tell you how bad it is to have such a hook on somebody..." she said as she approached Caleb. He could finally see she had chosen the book Moby Dick.

"Chapter One. Call me Ishmael. Some years ago -- never mind how long precisely -- having little or no money in my purse...." she started reading out loud as she moved towards the chair in the middle of the library.

She put her robe away to her right side before sitting, revealing every inch of her soft and slender body below her waist, where the robe was close-fitted with a lace. As her asscheck skin felt the pleasing sensation as it touched the cold leather. She slid down her body, accommodating into the special form of the leather and wooden object of pleasure. Lyssa had to stop the reading as she let out a pleasing sight.

"Come join me" she asked him, as she pointed to the space in front of her, for Caleb to fill it.

"...and nothing particular to interest me on shore"she quickly continued, "I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world..." She went on reading as Caleb occupied his spot in front of her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Caleb Reese

He swallowed, cleared his throat. "I'm not afraid of pain, my lady only to be turned away from you. Whatever you wish to do to me, I will bear, save that. It would destroy me."

"Oh Dear, dear, dear..." She tutted as she ran a finger searchingly over the spines of the books on the bookshelves. She found one and pulled it out. It was a large hardback book, and old, but not worn. Lyssa obviously took good care of her things. Opening the book she continued, ""Afraid of being away..."

She was on to something. Caleb could tell, but she kept her intentions tantalizingly at a distance from him. Lyssa had a playful and miscievious streak in her for certain, a streak that could turn intense in an instant.

"Maybe my friend Ahab here will tell you how bad it is to have such a hook on somebody..." She stated coming in close so the scent of her filled his nostrils and he closed his eyes to take it in as if she had reached out and touched him. Then they shot open as she passed him. "Chapter One. Call me Ishmael. Some years ago -- never mind how long precisely -- having little or no money in my purse...." Lyssa reached the chair and pulling her robe to one side sat upon it, the book lifted before her.

The slope and shape of the seat of the chair spread her long sexy legs and brought her panty clad sex to the very lip of the cupped section for someone's chin. She made a contented sigh as she glanced up to regard him.

"Classic Lit was never my favorite subject in school, my lady," He told her, "And Moby Dick was too dry and slow for my tastes as a fifteen year old kid."

She pointed before her to the low bench shaped ottoman. "Come join me."

He swallowed but nodded. He could tell she was leading him, and where she was leading him to. All in all, Caleb supposed he could think of worst ways to spend his time than using his tongue to please her.

He came to the bench and laid down across it. It was shaped to support him, but ended so his but and pelvis hung off the edge so he wouldn't have any way to provide friction against the hard-on making a tent in his jeans. His knees pressed against the library's hardwood floor in position where the straps would fold closed around his thighs, but rather than lay his hands on the the floor where the straps would close around his arms he put them on her spread legs and stretched his neck-he swallowed hoping that wasn't a rather unfortunately apt comparison to make-and set his chin into the recessed area before it. It left only a hairsbreadth between his face and her lacy panty-covered sex. His nostrils were filled with her scent once again, but now there was an overpowering smell alongside it. Lyssa was aroused and Caleb watched as there was a growing wetspot in the fabric of her g-string.

"...and nothing particular to interest me on shore"she quickly continued, "I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world..." She went on reading as Caleb occupied his spot in front of her.

He lay there as she continued reading. His tongue reached out and slid over the lacy material and pressing over her slit, collecting the taste of her passion.

 

[HottieKatie]

"Classic Lit was never my favourite subject in school, my lady. And Moby Dick was too dry and slow for my tastes as a fifteen year old kid." He tried to escape. But she wouldn't let him.

"Come join me", she invited him again. "You'll find this second reading much more interesting. Not dry or slow at all", she added funnily.

She knew the book quite well, it was one of her favourites, so she could observe him as she went on reading.

She could have strapped him, but she decided to let him some freedom this first time. Lyssa was curious how he would act. And it was a nice surprise he decided to rest them on her legs. She felt his hot skin touching hers and waited with expectation to feel more of him touching her.

He placed his chin where he was supposed to, and she felt his warm breath on her sex, causing every inch of her skin shivered in anticipation.

And soon she finally got what she wanted. His wet and warm flesh touched her slit, slipping around her thong. Soon she would tell him to take it out, but he had made a good move avoiding it that way.

As he made his way around her wet hole, she decided she had made a wonderful acquisition. He had just begun and she was already floating in pleasure.

She couldn't show him, though, because he couldn't know the kind of power he'd have on her. Again, she had to restrain herself. Luckily, this time she could lose herself in Melville's words.

Surely Caleb was trying his best to distract her, but she could go on for a couple of pages before having to stop. Lyssa sunk her nails in the foam arms of her chair.

It had been too long since she had let anybody tamper with her slit, and she was liking Cableb's actions too much. She should stop him, just as she had the day before. But she wanted to enjoy him, she was going to keep him anyway. She deserved some pleasing, right?

But not so fast, he would have to work on her a little longer, show her something more. He was fascinating enough, but she always wanted more.

Lyssa breathed slowly and went on reading. She had to resist a little bit more.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Caleb Reese

He lay there as she continued reading. His tongue reached out and slid over the lacy material and pressing over her slit, collecting the taste of her passion.

"Mmmm..." He murmured against her pubis, "...Vanilla." His mouth nuzzled her fully, still separated from her succulent flesh by her G-string. "Powder, perfume, you...so sweet my lady."

He ran his tongue up between her lips over the lace until he located her clitoris. Tongue circled around it, pressing and flicking over the top, getting the lacy fabric over it damp.

His hand moved shifting the G-string to one side to bear the treasure trove to his ministrations. He blew on it before alternating light butterfly touches of his upper lip with the rougher abrasion of the expert use of his teeth. Caleb sealed over her and his tongue plunged in, working her. His lips moved over her on the outside as his tongue thrust deep and caressed the sweet wet folds inside. Fucking her pussy with it in a way that reminded him of how much he wanted to put something more substantial than just his tongue within her.

His cock was now hard and throbbing making a prominent tent in the now all too tight jeans he wore.

He could only hope she found what he was doing pleasing. He didn't want to think how many times she's had a servant in the past pleasure her with their mouths. Given the lifestyle she and other vampires lived, it was probably a high number, but she was alone now, and Caleb aimed to change that starting tonight.

 

[HottieKatie]

Lyssa was on cloud nine. Caleb was so much better that she had imagined. She kept in mind that she had been trained by one of her servants, one of the best ones, if not the best indeed. But even Peter had needed years to reach the level of pleasing that Caleb was providing to her right then.

Or maybe it was just her lack of pleasure that was making Caleb's licking so good. At that point she couldn't care less.

It was starting to affect her reading, she couldn't focus on the letters and they even started to be blurry. In a passionate attack, she finally left the book on the floor next to her seat and surrendered completely to the pleasure.

She had somehow hoped that her pleasing herself the night before might prevent that situation, but it had been too long since she had let another person please her. A simple rubbing of her clit wouldn't make up for years of coupling abstinence. There was something inside her that needed that connection, the pleasure of disconnecting and letting another one take care of her.

And it seemed that this "another one" was going to be Caleb. For better or worse. Hopefully for the better.

As soon as the book touched the carpet on the floor, Lyssa moved her whole body forward, inviting him to get more of her.

"Oh, my... what am I going to do with you?", she moaned.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Caleb Reese

Caleb heard the sound of her first edition of Moby Dick hitting the centuries old Persian rug beneath them. He heard the sharp intake of breath the long exhale and sound at its end just short of a moan. Each one a victory in his campaign to win this sexual goddess. To that end he focused his courtship on her clitoris while slipping in two fingers within her. And was rewarded with her next words coming out in a moan.

""Oh, my... " She told him, "What am I going to do with you?"

He lifted his head for a brief moment to reply, "If you can't think of anything I could give you a few suggestions, My Lady." In doing so he looked up at the sexiest sight he had ever seen. Up, over her body covered in the sheer material of her robe, her flat stomach the slopes of her breast and between them framed in their valley he saw her face, her dark eyes looking down into his.

Caleb then lowered his head back down to the fiery courtship of her clitoris trying to keep that eye contact intact. Peter had told him she enjoyed being worshipped orally while looking into her eyes, however he couldn't concentrate on what he was doing and had to look down, but he tried to make up for it by maintaining the quality of his technique.

His lips closed over her clit and tongue laved over its top as he applied gentle suction to it. Meanwhile his fingers curled stroking her inner walls.

 

[HottieKatie]

"If you can't think of anything I could give you a few suggestions, My Lady," he stopped to say.

He was so daring answering to questions that weren't meant for him!

"Finish what you started and then I'll hear what you have to suggest," she quickly replied, half asking him to go on, half ordering.

There was no doubt he had learned his lessons. As difficult as it was, he tried to keep eye contact. But he'd have to practice much more, to be able to stare at her for a while longer than that. It wasn't easy, she knew, and that was why she liked them to do it.

However, his proceedings were quite good, so she would let him look down this time. Next time she would make sure his eyes were on hers the whole time.

The way his lips sized her clit was amazing. He wouldn't let it go, and she didn't want it either. And when his fingers started caressing her inside, she knew she wanted it.

"Yes..." Lysa moaned again. "I want to get off, right now!"

He'd better follow her command, or he'd be so greatly punished. On the other hand, if he made her come well and quickly, he was going to get his first reward. Of course she couldn't tell him, or the outcome would be biased.

She was already shivering form head to toes, and there was so little she needed right now to get to where she wanted to be. And only he could give her that. At these moments she felt so terribly powerless, and she hayed it so much. So she needed to know her servants would give her what she wanted when she wanted it, thus she regained her power again.

Caleb had it all in his hands right now. His future was only his to decide.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Caleb Reese

His lips closed over her clit and tongue laved over its top as he applied gentle suction to it. Meanwhile his fingers curled stroking her inner walls.

"Yes..." Lysa moaned again. "I want to get off, right now!"

He could feel her getting tighter under the seductive assault of his lips, fingers, and tongue like a guitar string drawn taut just about to snap. A little more and she would plummet over the precipice into orgasm.

His eyes lifted back up to hers as he suckled harder on her clit. His tongue danced the tango over the surface of her clit, swirling, rolling, fluttering. His fingers increased their stoking, adding a third, searching and finding that secret place within that would set off explosives throughout her.

He knew this was a major test, Peter had told him there would be many, and he was striving to meet the challenge. But beyond that, Caleb wanted to give her this. Lyssa was so alone, so guarded...she deserved this moment of release, and Caleb was determined to provide it for her.

 

[HottieKatie]

Lyssa was so needing that orgasm that she didn't even hold it a second. As she felt it taking over her body she surrendered to the pleasure.

The heat wave started somewhere around her clit, placed there by Caleb's tongue and spread all over her body. The pleasure made every pore of her skin exhale, every nerve send a message to her muscles to contract. Soon she was gripping the arms of the chair so hard that the wood almost splintered. Her slit squeezed so tight that she almost hurt herself and his fingers. Her throat released a yell that Caleb wouldn't have heard before. A mixture of a terrifying scream and pleasing moan that hopefully he would get used to.

With every flutter of his tongue around her clit he sent one after another wave of that unmistakeable feeling that she had been missing for so long. It felt like being tied to an electric chair plugged into her sex, only a much more pleasing one.

Yes, she definitely had to take him in. She wanted more of what he had to offer. He'd be hers for eternity.

As she composed herself when he slowed down his licks, she decided it was time he got his first mark. It would definitely show her commitment with him, and would make him easily findable by her. That would make him always available for her and her knowing where he was, she would make sure he kept out of trouble, as she knew for a fact that his strong and curious personality would get him into trouble more than once.

That would take him by surprise, and Lyssa was dying to see the fear in his eyes when she sank her teeth on him.

As soon as he detached his tongue from her clit, Lyssa got up, quickly as ever, and with her strong right arm she carefully grabbed him by his neck and sent him lying on the floor. There she straddled him as she grew her fangs stretching her neck. Before burying them between his neck and shoulder, she stared at his eyes for a second. Yes, he probably knew she meant him no harm, but there was the slight chance that she might gone crazy with his orgasm and she might be dry him shortly. He would only be certain when he started feeling her hot serum running down his veins.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Caleb Reese

He knew this was a major test, Peter had told him there would be many, and he was striving to meet the challenge. But beyond that, Caleb wanted to give her this. Lyssa was so alone, so guarded...she deserved this moment of release, and Caleb was determined to provide it for her.

And then it overcame her in a screaming, moaning, panting rush. The orgasm she had demanded and Caleb had set out to provide her crashed down over her body like a tidal wave. Her entire body tensed like a bow string before release. Her hands gripped the arms in the chair, her nails digging long shallow scratches in the soft leather upholstery. The rippling of her finger threatened to crush his fingers as they stroked her g-spot. Her thighs closed around his head, but Caleb kept laving his tongue around her clitoris wringing out every iota of pleasure in her climax for her he could.

Her eyes were half closed and unfocused but never left his as they peered into her primal soul between the valley of her breasts heaving for air. It was the most erotic sight Caleb would ever see. His lady, in pure sensual bliss. With him now, unguarded in the release she needed so badly.

Gradually Caleb slowed down his tongue bringing her inch by inch back down to earth finally as her breathing was back to normal and the focus of her eyes returned he raised his mouth off of her satisfied pussy, and then a blur as she stood up before him. Caleb looked up into her eyes to see a very different kind of hunger in them. She reached down and grabbed hold of the back of his neck. There was another blur of motion and he was thrown off the stool and onto his back on the antique Persian rug.

He blinked shaking his head as she strolled over to him, those eyes dark with that same hunger. She stretched her neck, mouth opening and Caleb saw her glistening white fangs for the first time bared for what they were intended for. Lyssa was hungry, hungry for his blood, and she was going to take what she desired from him. The question was whether she intended to leave enough for Caleb to live off of.

Looking into her eyes as she straddle her legs over him he could see the hunger but there was more to it. Something else. Something that told him that he should surrender this fear-the fear of the mouse in the lion's jaws-to her as well. The life of a Vampire's servant was like this, filled with challenges to trust another so completely.

Swallowing he arched his back off the floor and tilted his head bearing his neck for her. keeping his eyes on hers. Then she lowered pressing her fangs against his skin. He could smell the perfume she used, a sweet and luxurious aroma. Then there came the pain as her fangs penetrated into his carotid artery.

As she took his blood she also released the serum of the first mark into his bloodstream. Caleb knew this because he felt fire rush through every vein and artery. Instead of crying out from the pain of her fangs biting him, he growled in response, as nerves and senses went into overdrive. His heart was hammering in his chest and he could feel the tremors of it in the follicles of his hair. One hand bunched up the carpet the other raised cupping the back of her neck supporting her as she fed and gave him the first sign of acceptance of him in her life.

His cock was straining under the denim of his jeans. Caleb was just barely keeping it in check, but the slightest action or attention she paid it, and he felt certain he was about to cum in his pants.

 

[HottieKatie]

Lyssa was surprised at how well he could read her eyes. Not a pinch of real fear. He knew she wouldn't hurt him, or he didn't care. Lyssa didn't which one was worse. Either he was completely crazy to surrender or he really wanted it.

As he arched his back and offered her his neck, she decided it was the latter. She hated to be pleasing his desires, but they were hers as well.

Lyssa got into him, tasting his blood, and had a sudden hunger to suck it all. But she repressed it. She took only what she needed and replaced it with the serum.

She knew it would be hurting him a lot, and yet he didn't complain. He was tough. He even grabbed her neck and helped her sink further. He was really wanting this.

Soon it was over. Lyssa slowly removed her fangs from his skin and sat up, panting from the effort. That was when she noticed it.

"Didn't you have enough last night?", she asked looking at the bulge in his pants.

Anger appeared agin on her face. He would need a lot of training to keep his shaft at bay.

Lyssa started unbuttoning his pants.

"If you dare to sully my beautiful rug, I'll have you clean it with your tongue," she declared as she released his member from his underwear.

It was stiff and lifted, shaking every now and then as his blood run through it.

Lyssa run her finger all around it. She'll have Caleb disciplined for the first time, and he would learn what kind of punishments he was going to get, pleasing and hurting at the same time.

Lyssa's eyes locked on his, as her finger kept moving around his hot flesh.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Caleb Reese

His cock was straining under the denim of his jeans. Caleb was just barely keeping it in check, but the slightest action or attention she paid it, and he felt certain he was about to cum in his pants.

He loved the contact of her tongue after her fangs pulled out of the two holes in the side of his neck they had made. She licked it using special enzymes in her saliva that helped the wounds close. He loved this moment with her tight above him the sheer robe she wore spilling over them in a pile. Here he could spend all of eternity with her like this close and content.

Then she shifted raising back up to stare down at him. The tent of his jeans brushed against the area where her inner thigh met her pubic mound. she glanced down and said with a teasing note to her voice, Didn't you have enough last night?"

He chuckled low his voice still thick with a hair-trigger arousal, "I doubt I'll ever get enough of you, My Lady."

His eyes shot up as she looked up at him angrily.

Damn, he'd stuck his foot in it now, hadn't he? He just had to open his big fat mouth there.

She reached down fingers sliding over the denim constrained erection undoing each of the buttons.

"Lyssa..." He asked, but she didn't answer.

She finished unbuttoning the jeans and pulled the fly open.

"My Lady..." He tried again to engage her in conversation. He needed to know what he'd done to get on her bad side all of a sudden.

Peter had told him once: "My Lady is like the Sea, young Caleb. Calm and gracious one moment and the next unforgiving and tempestuous. If you wish to sail across her you must accept all her moods as any seasoned mariner loves the ocean through calm or storm."

Lyssa took the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down and tucked them under Caleb's full-blown erection. He watched her stare down at it for a moment hanging on the edge for any sign of approval or dissastisfaction. He had been blessed with a slightly above-average length and girth. His cock stood proudly throbbing eagerly under her gaze. The cold air of the library certainly wasn't helping but the heat of her regard kept it hard for her.

"If you dare to sully my beautiful rug," She declared like a queen passing judgment on a supplicant, " I'll have you clean it with your tongue,"

Her hand lowered and one finger circled around it. Her eyes locked on his as he inhaled sharply at the contact trying to keep from shooting off like a cannon from that simple of contact.

She didn't want him to come, even as she was toying with his cock. He had to meet this challenge or face disappointing Lyssa.

It was tough. He hadn't been kidding when he said he was on the verge of popping before. He shut his eyes the erotic sight of her teasing his erection with her finger was just too much for him right now. It didn't stop as he battled his need to come and her merciless finger egged it on.

Caleb was about to come right there. His eyes were shut and he started going over baseball statistics to distract him from going over the edge. His favorite team was the Cubs-yes he was a sucker for lost causes-and their win loss record for last season played out in his head, then their record against each of their division rivals. The pitcher's records, the hitter's RBI's...anything to take some of his attention to what Lyssa was doing with his cock right now.

 

[HottieKatie]

"I'll never get enough of you," his words echoed in her mind.

"That could include eternity, little boy," she thought to herself, smirking unconsciously.

It would all be new experiences and fun at the beginning, but there would surely come a time when eternity by her side would be too much. All of her servants had had a moment of weakness. Only a couple of them had successfully survived it; most couldn't. For what she already knew about Caleb, deep inside her, Lyssa hoped he would be strong as Peter. But there was always a slight doubt.

However, it didn't matter now. Only her teasing him was what she wanted to focus on. He was about to explode, and she didn't want to miss it. She wanted to see him fail her test, watch his desperation when he couldn't resist her anymore.

He was doing ok by now, though. She hadn't expected him to hold on for so long the first time. She wondered what might be going on inside his mind. He would probably be filling it with unimportant facts to get him mind out of reality. She'd had to grab him back.

"You know," she started softly, "Peter was much weaker the first time."

She stopped a second. He would immediately think it was over. But it wasn't. She started slowly once again.

"She kept begging me stop," she continued as she went on stroking his fully erected member. "He didn't know you can't ask for anything to your Lady, right Caleb?"

Her voice should be filling his mind right now. Even with his eyes closed, her imaged might be well-formed in his thought. Her sexy, almost naked body.

"Don't hold back now," she almost whispered, getting closed to his ear. "You know you'll eventually come," she went on, her lips almost touching his skin.

"The sooner you yield, the sooner the suffering stops."

She made sure to lengthen her Ss, blowing a gust of her warm breath into his ear with every syllable.

"Cum for me, little cub, cum--"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Caleb Reese

Caleb was about to come right there. His eyes were shut and he started going over baseball statistics to distract him from going over the edge. His favorite team was the Cubs-yes he was a sucker for lost causes-and their win loss record for last season played out in his head, then their record against each of their division rivals. The pitcher's records, the hitter's RBI's...anything to take some of his attention to what Lyssa was doing with his cock right now.

"You know," she started softly, "Peter was much weaker the first time."

His eyes opened and he looked up at her. Her eyes were dark midnight black pools. She was sexy and scary in a heady balance that he felt all the way down to his balls. But the finger stopped and Caleb breathed easily. He had passed, even showed up Peter and impressed Lyssa. He smiled up at her but he was suffering a huge case of blue balls.

Then her fingers curled around the shaft of his cock once again. Slowly stroking, coaxing it once more to the edge and beyond.

A pained moan thick with pleasure and desire escaped him as her hand picked up its pace again. "He kept begging me to stop," she continued as she went on stroking his fully erected member. "He didn't know you can't ask for anything to your Lady, right Caleb?"

He grunted agreement, he'd agree to anything she said to make her stop, or to never ever stop the pumping of her hand on his dick...he didn't know anymore. His eyes were closed out of reflex but his mind was unable to dwell on the Cubs again her voice sliced through it slow and sultry like the sway of her hips as she walked-strutted more like. Damn, now he was thinking of her strutting around buck naked and sexy as all hell.

She bent down hovering over him her smooth silken hair spilling about his face. Caleb felt her breath against his ear as she spoke.

"Don't hold back now," She whispered, "You know you'll eventually come,"

"My Lady," He said through gritted teeth, "I can do this."

"The sooner you yield, the sooner the suffering stops." Her S's lengthened making her breath caress the shell of his ear as her hand continued stroking in a corkscrew motion.

His hands tightened into fists as his hips raised up, almost there. He fought it desperately. Lyssa wanted him to endure.

"Cum for me, little cub, cum--"

He roared like a primal animal as he gave in at her command and cum boiled forth. Part of him fought it trying to stem the eruption but now that she had him coming she kept pumping until he had completely finished orgasming. He lay there panting with drops of his semen splattered over his stomach.

"Did-did I do well," He asked her.

 

[HottieKatie]

"It was quite impressive," she declared as she started getting up.

Lysa was surprised at how much he had endured her touches.

"Now, you have ten minutes to clean yourself up and be upstairs in my bath room," she commanded as she left the room without giving him another look. "Don't keep me waiting," she warned him.

Lysa went upstairs and started preparing her bath. It would be the last time she'd have to do it herself in some time. She had missed it, having a warm scented bath ready for her when she woke up. From now on, Caleb would be dealing with that.

How much she had missed having a servant, she hadn't known until now that she had one again. The pleasure of having someone taking care of herself...

She wandered through the shelves with bath salts, creams, massage oils, herbs... trying to find the perfect scent for the day.

"Yes," she murmured when she found what she was looking for.

She checked the temperature of the water, poured the content of the bottle in her hand and enjoyed the smell filling the air of the room.

She suddenly felt Caleb walking on the last step to the second floor.

"Come in," she called him.

As he walked in and approached her, she started explaining.

"I guess Peter made you aware of what would be your first task when I wake up every evening. Make sure to learn everything you need today, for from tomorrow on, you'll be preparing my baths for me."

She showed him the temperature the water should have, the shelves with bath things and the hanger for her clothes.

Then, she delicately took off the robe and thong she was wearing and gave them to Caleb.

"I think you know what to do with those," she asked him, while she got into the tub.

The feeling of the warm water embracing her body was so pleasing, Lysa couldn't help letting go a long sigh when every inch of her skin down her neck was sunk into the water.

"Grab that sponge and come closer," she finally commanded.

Relaxed as she was now, she had to satisfy her curiosity.

"Now, tell me, why did you decide to come to me?"

It was not the everyday's job, and she was dying to know how had he found her, why he wanted to be her servant.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Caleb Reese

"Did-did I do well," He asked her.

"It was quite impressive," she declared as she started getting up.

Winded after being under her tender manipulations he rose up after her on shaky legs.

"Now, you have ten minutes to clean yourself up and be upstairs in my bath room," Lyssa told him heading for the door before adding over her shoulder, "Don't keep me waiting."

Hiking his pants back up Caleb watched her leave that sexy tight ass swaying behind her as she exited the room, and shook himself. She hadn't given him a whole lot of time to meet her challenge. He rushed to the bathroom on the first floor to clean the drying semen from his stomach and chest with soap and a wet washrag.

Then back to the library and the spiral staircase to the second floor. He reached the second floor bathroom, the big one he had explored earlier that day-the one with the big old copper bathtub the one with the relief of a tropical cove and lovers copulating in very lifelike and frankly graphic detail. The artistry of whomever crafted and made the tub had probably cost her quite a bit of money, but it was quite literally the star of the décor of the bathroom, understated and elegant until one took a closer look and saw the attention to detail the coppersmith paid to it.

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"Come in," she called him.

He took a step inside approaching her as she continued, "I guess Peter made you aware of what would be your first task when I wake up every evening."

He nodded, "Yes he was very specific and demanding on how I should bathe you." He didn't say that Caleb had not passed Peter's tests on the first and most important ritual any servant of Lyssa's should perform every morning for their mistress before Peter had grown too ill to do anything other than lay in bed waiting for the inevitable death to come to him.

"Make sure to learn everything you need today," She explained further, "For from tomorrow on, you'll be preparing my baths for me."

When she gestured at the bathwater he stuck his hand in to see the temperature she preferred. He remembered Peter's oft repeated admonishment to him, "Hot, but just to the point short of uncomfortability, my friend...try again."

Next she showed him the oils and soaps and lotions she kept in old delicate crystal decanters on shelves tucked into an alcove on the far wall. They had no labels. He'd have to memorize each of them, and it would not be easy half the fluids and liquids inside them looked exactly the same. He picked each one up and took an experimental sniff of them. Atleast their scents was distinctive enough for him to tell them apart.

Then she began taking off her robe making him clink the crystal bottles putting them back on the shelves. He turned his arms free just in time to take hold of her robe. Then she bent down to roll her panties down over her hips and off her long slender legs. A sight Caleb being a living breathing male was entranced by.

"I think you know what to do with those," She told him heading over to the bathtub.

"Yes, My Lady," He affirmed delicately placing the robe on a hook on the side of the alcove. The panties he folded gently and placed on an empty shelf. He turned seeing Lyssa had already stepped within the tub. Sighing in contentment she sunk down in the tub until the water was all the way up to her delectable neck.

"Grab that sponge and come closer," she finally commanded.

He came collecting the sponge, an old copper pitcher, a matching copper ladle, one of the crystal containers of scented oil, and one of a liquid soap, One more of some shampoo, and last some dry washcloths into a basket on the bottom shelf. Obeying her command he carried it over to her.

"May I begin to wash you, my lady," he asked her lifting the sponge from the basket and dipping it into the water to get it soft and wet to the touch of her skin. At her consent he poured some of the soap onto the sponge and got it nice and frothy in a lather. He began with her arm spreading soapy bubble over the smooth soft skin up her wrist and arm to her shoulder then back down.

She watched him without comment until she finally asked, "Now, tell me, why did you decide to come to me?"

He looked up at her the sponge coming down the outside of her arm stilled. He swallowed knowing the question was inevitable but wishing she would have stayed her curiosity for just a little longer-at least until the sponge began traveling over more interesting territory than just her arm.

Letting out a resigned breath he told her, "I was with my brother, Gideon. He was married until a vampire chose my sister-in-law as his annual kill."

He let the words hang there watching for her reaction.

Vampires, all vampires, had to kill, not just take a good sized drink, but drain completely of the blood of one person at least once every year. If they didn't no matter how much blood they consumed they began to diminish, to whither away...the mind the first to go and then the body. Not just anyone. It couldn't be a murderer or rapist. It had to be someone clean, pure, innocent-completely underserving of being murdered.

And that was what it was. Murder.

Lyssa was old too. The oldest living vampire. How many innocent people had she murdered in order to survive. At least one every year she had been alive. He wondered how she ever coped with it. Caleb wondered if she even felt the need to cope at all with it.

He remembered Peter's words on the subject: "Never make the mistake of thinking vampires are like us human beings, my young friend. They are a race of predators. Oh they have feelings like you or I, but they all have the instincts of the wolf or shark or lion that is their nature. And my lady...our lady is no different. She is in the minority that kills in reverence to the sacrifice of her prey so she may live on-most vampires you meet in her service don't share such an attitude. To them we exist to fulfill their hungers: sex and blood, and the replenishment of their health at the casting aside of one of our lives each year they live." And he never spoke beyond that. Caleb got the feeling it was something no one who served a vampire as their servant would speak further on.

As Lyssa's servant it would be Caleb's duty to compile a list of candidates for her. Someone with no family, few friends, and seeking a higher purpose in life without ever finding it. She would make the final choice, but he would drive her to him or her. Stand watch as she did the deed and clean up after, burying the body. To be her servant, to be any vampire's servant was to aid and abet one murder each and every year he served her.

And though it wrenched his soul, Caleb was not certain he could do that. He wished to serve her in all things, but that....when the time came...he did not know if he could do it. And the prospect of failing her in such a critical area of a servant's responsibilities was terrifying to him. But that...assisting in murder...he did not know if he could do it.

Shaking himself he forced himself back onto the topic she had asked about. "So he became a hunter of Vampires, and I with him." He took her other arm and began washing that like he had the other. "We killed eight, but as we went along I began to see Gideon was becoming darker lost in a spiral of despair and anger and grief seeking his own death and damnation. I could not help him on a path to self-destruction and he would not turn away from his crusade of vengeance. There was not a week that went by that we did not argue and fight over it."

He put the sponge down and lifted the bottle of shampoo for her to smell, "Do you approve, my lady? May I use this to wash your hair?"

After her response he put the bottle down and dipped the copper pitcher into the water and raised it above her head to pour down over her head, drenching her hair. Then he poured the shampoo into his hand massaging it into a lather in her hair.

Breathing deeply he continued, "We were tracking a vampire-a particularly nasty piece of work named Kraven when he visited your territory, and as custom demanded he had to visit and pay respects to you."

He looked down into her eyes. "That was when I first laid eyes on you, My lady, and everything changed." His fingers continued massaging the shampoo into her scalp sliding through dark locks of her hair, like wet silk. "Peter said some nonsense that I was the reincarnation of someone you knew in the past that kept returning seeking their whole of their lives in search of serving you over and over again. I don't know if I believe that, but then I didn't believe in love at first sight either until I saw you through that sniper scope that night."

He chuckled ruefully, "As you could guess, Gideon was not thrilled about me falling for you. He said some unkind things about you and then we let the Irish in us out. That was the worst fight by far...in the end I left...I don't know what has happened to him since, but I hope he found some one..or some way out of that spiral to hell he was on."

He took the pitcher and rinsed her hair next. "You had gone on a trip then and I followed you watching and learning whatever I could about you. A damned good stalker I was too. It was when you were visiting Madrid when I met Peter. It took some time but he convinced me that he could teach me how to serve you as your servant...a year later...here I am."

 

[HottieKatie]

As Caleb started rubbing her skin with the sponge, he began to tell her his story. Lyssa found it quite unusual, but somehow it helped her understand his motivations.

At his first statement, she felt a little sorry for him. He must know by now that annual kills were the most vampires could do not to annihilate humanity. But surely back then he wouldn't have understood that. And Caleb's confession about him becoming a hunter, surprised her more than anything. How could he have changed from wanting to kill her kind to wanting to be her servant?

She didn't show any expression on her face, and waited for him to explain the whole story. Just a nod to encourage him to go on.

Lyssa felt his discomfort for a moment. She could only imagine what was going on in his mind. Memories of his beloved sister-in-law, probably. Is she had been an annual kill, she must have been a wonderful, sweet, pure and nice young lady. It was sad, but it was inevitable. But just like humans killing cute little rabbits, they needed them to go on living.

When Caleb decided to continue his story, Lyssa paid him all of her attention.

His tale about his brother's change was not unknown to her. Most hunters were like that. All of them started just like Gideon, looking for vengeance for a loved one. And most of them died without fulfilling their purpose, and usually at the hands of the one they were chasing down. After all, vampires were stronger and quicker. Humans hardly ever had any chance in a fight. She wondered if Gideon had followed the same path.

"Yes," she accepted the shampoo he had chosen, "that one is right."

She rested her head on the tub comfortably and encouraged him to go on with his tale. "Continue, Caleb."

Then, his mention of Kraven made her twitch unnoticeably. Yes, Kraven, she knew him well. Not a day went by that she had to regret having turned him into a vampire. But how could she have known? The monster he had become, it was all her fault...

She pushed herself back into Caleb's story, only to listen at his nice words about how he had fallen in love with her.

And then it all made sense. If Peter also thought he was that reincarnation, that would explain how she was so strongly attracted to him. That passion, that lust she couldn't push away. Would it truly be him? Would they manage to stay together this time?

She tried to stay cool, no need to rush things yet. Maybe Peter was wrong, there could be many other explanations... Though she had to admit that one was the easiest and more reasonable.

As he rinsed off the shampoo on her hair, Lyssa tried to remember that trip to Madrid. Caleb was there, and Peter too! It had been a while since she had made Peter leave her, but she should have noticed he was around on that trip. Then she remembered she had felt unpleasant during her time in Spain. Now it all made sense. She had sensed Peter, only she was too busy to understand the feeling originated in him being around.

"Thank you, Caleb," Lyssa said getting up in the tub, sensing he had finished his story.

Delicately, she stepped out of the tub, and waited there for Caleb to dry her. Little snakes of water run down her smooth and glossy ski, dying at her feet, creating a little puddle.

As he surrounded her body with the towel, she caressed his chin, staring at his eyes.

''I can feel the has been difficult for you, but you have to understand that, as my servant, you'll have to do many things you may not want to. I hope you are prepared for that.

Sometimes he let her servants dry her skin and hair, but today she had too much to think about, so she'd do it herself.

''I'll get dressed now, thank you Caleb,'' she said as she grabbed the towel around her. ''Go back to the library and use that time to clean it. I'll be down there soon enough."

Lyssa let the tower slide down and left the bathroom naked. Surely Caleb would be glad at the sight.

As she went through the dresses in her closet, she realized she would need more information from Caleb. If he had actually killed eight vampires, she would need their names. If any vampire found out her servant had killed any member of their congregation, there was nothing she could do to save the boy from eternal damnation. She hoped he had only killed outcast vampires. That would even get him rewarded by the council.

She zipped up the dress she had finally chosen and stopped at the big mirror in her room. Nothing, as usual, but she couldn't help it. That was the only thing she envied from humans. But luckily she had servants to tell her how pretty she looked, and she could even look at herself from their eyes.

When she got to the library, Caleb was still busy. She talked to him from upstairs.

"When you finish, come to the first room to the left of the main door."

With those words, she left for her study. That door was locked most of the time. It was only used for governing issues.

Lyssa went there looking for a particular book, a big old book from the left shelf. She sat on the mahogany armchair behind the table and went through the yellowish pages. Names and dates piled down filling the book. It was a complete track of every annual kill in her territory. Vampires in her zone should notify her of the name and date of their annual kills. Lyssa liked to keep track of things. She then would ask Caleb her sister-in-law name and date of killing to check in her book. She was pretty sure she wouldn't be in her book. Lyssa always recommended killing strong and healthy males, their blood was more bountiful and nutritious. But there were always vampires who liked to do things their own ways. Also, the girl having a husband didn't fit in with the basics of the annual kill should-have characteristics. If she had really been an annual kill, whomever had chosen her should have noticed her husband was a vengeful human. They had endangered the whole community by choosing such a bad pick. Thus Lyssa feared she had been the victim of a rebel outcast such as Kraven.

She felt Caleb approaching the study.

"Come in, and sit down," she said pointing at the two smaller armchairs in front of her desk. "I need more details about your story," Lyssa added dipping her nib pen in a red ink jar.

 

[Veroe]

IC Caleb Reese

He took the pitcher and rinsed her hair next. "You had gone on a trip then and I followed you watching and learning whatever I could about you. A damned good stalker I was too. It was when you were visiting Madrid when I met Peter. It took some time but he convinced me that he could teach me how to serve you as your servant...a year later...here I am."

Caleb wondered if she knew just how significant that decision had been for him. He had never been submissive, he was the alpha dog. When making love he never let go of control until the woman he was with let go first. Not until she had lost herself in the passion of the moment he had brought her to.

But he had been a hunter. He knew full well what vampires did with their servants. In Madrid he had watched through his sniper scope as Lyssa had visited another Vampire's house, Lady Rafaela of the council's. They had supper before going out to the gardens outside where Lady Rafaela's servant clad only in a golden cock ring, leather boots, and the mask of a fox. Then he had turned and ran from them. The two powerful vampires chased after him. the servant apparently had some talent at parkour and managed to avoid them for twenty minutes before they brought him to the ground. Then the ladies dragged the playfully struggling to escape servant over to two statue. They chained him between them, and proceded to share with eachother-no that was the wrong term-compete with eachother using him, which between them could bring the other's servants to the greatest height of pleasure as well as pain.

Five hours later with no winner in the contest yet Caleb had left shaken. He had left once again doubting and debating his obsession-no that wasn't the right word-his infatuation-no that wasn't it either-his deep down understanding that he needed to be with Lyssa where words to describe it the enormity of it fell short. He couldn't sort it out in his mind. He was undeniably aroused, and also undeniably freaked out by it. He wasn't some S&M sicko, but his iron hard cock had gotten even harder as they-no Lyssa-had caned the poor guy in the fox mask, or when she and her hostess used small knives to cut him and lick up the rivulets of blood that rolled down the straining servant's body. Back in the city he ran into Peter, and that was when he was told of Peter's lunatic theory that he was an incarnation of someone who loved Lyssa in the past.

She rose up pulling Caleb back to the present. He watched with bated breath as the bathwater cascaded her gloriously naked body. Down the pale skin that had never been kissed by the light of the sun. Down her chest over or between her small but firm and supple breasts, down the slight concave of her stomach to the hairless V of her mons and down the long toned athletic legs.

"Thank you, Caleb," She said, but he could tell her mind was on the words he had spoken to her and not on the present or any fun in the future. She lifted her feet and he laid a dry towel on the cold marble tiles of the bathroom floor for her. She stood there the last drops of water caressing over the sweet contours of her body as Caleb had the image of his tongue chasing the path of each one. Instead he gathered another towel and used it to dry her. He wrapped the towel around her in preparation to dry her, but she stopped him by raising her hand to trace her fingers over the soft underside of his jaw to the cleft in his chin. The edge of her fingernail grazed the cleft in it as her dark inscrutable eyes peered deep into his. Caleb tried to push forward to plant his lips against hers.

''I can feel this has been difficult for you," She said keeping his face and lips a hairsbreadth from hers to complete the kiss. "but you have to understand that, as my servant, you'll have to do many things you may not want to."

"My Lady," He tried to reassure her-no trying to reassure himself, "I will do whatever you ask of me."

"I hope you are prepared for that," She replied simply.

"I..." He inhaled deeply, "I hope so to."

''I'll get dressed now, thank you Caleb,'' she said as she grabbed the towel around her."Go back to the library and use that time to clean it. I'll be down there soon enough."

The towel fell to the floor and Lyssa sauntered out of the bathroom leaving him looking after her, her hair still wet and dripping and her tight sexy ass swaying with each step. But then she was gone and it left Caleb wallowing in the stark reality of her absence from him. Why, was he like this when it came to her. It was like falling in love with a mermaid. He wanted one thing above all others to be with her, but could he hold his breath long enough for that to become reality. Or despite his dreams of spending the rest of his life with her would he drown in the world she lived in.

Caleb followed the command she gave him. He returned to the library and began to clean it. It didn't take long. He placed her old copy of Moby Dick back on the bookshelf, and used a cloth and all-purpose cleaner on the seat of the chair. He paused as he remembered the delicious flavor of her juices. But he did not stoop so low as to taste the remnants of any that was left behind. Next he inspected her antique rug for any leftovers of his own. Most of it had landed on his stomach and chest. There was a spot, and he spent a good ten minutes with a cloth and a special cleaner washing it out of the ancient fabric of Lyssa's rug.

She came and called down from the second floor of the library wearing a black dress that hugged every sexy curve on her body. "When you finish, come to the first room to the left of the main door." She then spun on her heel and left the library causing the loose skirt to move and sway hypnotically to Caleb with each step she took.

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Once he was finished he put all the cleaning supplies back into the closet he had gotten them from ignoring the harness and chains hanging inside-was there anywhere in the house that didn't have some BDSM equipment squirreled away somewhere-He followed after her upstairs to the study.

She sat at her desk in a room he had been unable to enter during his tour of the house earlier. It was furnished as a study, smaller and more intimate than the library. To one side were bookshelves behind glass doors the other was a cozy fireplace and one of those big antique globes few people used anymore.

Before Lyssa there was an old book, its pages yellowed from the passage of years. "Come in, and sit down," she said pointing at the two smaller armchairs in front of her desk.

He sat at the chair she indicated.

"I need more details about your story," Lyssa added dipping her nib pen in a red ink jar.

He inhaled deeply and let it out slow. "You want to know who we took out, Gideon and I, don't you?"

He looked into her eyes. "None of them were from your territory, so don't worry about that. You do a good job keeping all of the vampires under you in line. Other Region masters..." He made a shrug, "...aren't as vigilant as you are about that. Most were what you'd call rogues on the run and desperate and dangerous as much to other vampires as they were to the human world, but one could cause the trouble you're worried about...a territory master named Antonio Drasic." He looked into her eyes with hardened steel this time not even slightly phased by the fact he had killed this man-no calling that scum a man was a kindness Drasic didn't deserve. "For years Drasic collected children-all boys at or near puberty-and that monster turned them into vampires. They couldn't cope with the change and were made into nothing more than blood-thirsty feral animals. He called them his hounds. Every so often he would take someone-usually a young girl to get their blood up and force her to run naked in the woods so his hounds could chase her down like a fucking foxhunt, and you're council knew about it and did not do a damned thing to stop him. So we killed him and everyone of those poor boys along with him."

 

[HottieKatie]

"You want to know who we took out, Gideon and I, don't you?"

"Yes, Caleb, that is very important information", she encouraged him, and listened carefully to his detailed story.

Drasic, oh, Drasic. He had been a real pain for too long. The council couldn't do anything to stop him, though, as he was too important, his rank too high. He was a rat, he had been sanctioned too many times, but he didn't care. His boys were taken away from him several times. His territory was reduced little by little. But it was no use, he was still too powerful. And every punishment made him even more ruthless, so they eventually left him alone.

When the council learned about their death, they felt such a relieve. Some of Antonio's followers asked for further investigation on the case, and the council decided to send someone to keep them happy. That someone had wisely piled the file under more important matters and no one talked about the case ever since. Lysa knew Drasic's followers would have undertaken their own investigation, but given that Caleb was still alive, they hadn't proved to make much progress.

Now she would have to inform the council about it, but she knew his punishment wouldn't be too tough, and he might even get secretly rewarded.

"Ok," she started, resting her chin upon her crossed-fingers hands. "Although I think you did a great job there, not everybody around here might think the same, so we should keep this story between us, for now."

Lyssa looked down at some scribbled note she had made on a piece of paper.

"And from now on, you will avoid commenting on how the council deals with its problems," she started her scold. "It is not, and will never be, of your concern. And sharing these ideas in front of any of my guests will get you into serious trouble, trouble I could not save you from."

She looked him deeply into his eyes, letting him know how serious she was.

"Is that clear?", she asked, waiting for his response and apologies.

Grabbing her pen again she asked him to continue.

"Well, now, go on, who else did you and Gideon made vanished?"

 

[Veroe]

IC: Caleb Reese

He inhaled deeply and let it out slow. "You want to know who we took out, Gideon and I, don't you?"

""Yes, Caleb, that is very important information," She replied encouraging him to elaborate.

He looked into her eyes. "None of them were from your territory, so don't worry about that. You do a good job keeping all of the vampires under you in line. Other Region masters..." He made a shrug, "...aren't as vigilant as you are about that. Most were what you'd call rogues on the run and desperate and dangerous as much to other vampires as they were to the human world, but one could cause the trouble you're worried about...a territory master named Antonio Drasic." He looked into her eyes with hardened steel this time not even slightly phased by the fact he had killed this man-no calling that scum a man was a kindness Drasic didn't deserve. "For years Drasic collected children-all boys at or near puberty-and that monster turned them into vampires. They couldn't cope with the change and were made into nothing more than blood-thirsty feral animals. He called them his hounds. Every so often he would take someone-usually a young girl to get their blood up and force her to run naked in the woods so his hounds could chase her down like a fucking foxhunt, and you're council knew about it and did not do a damned thing to stop him. So we killed him and everyone of those poor boys along with him."

She sat there behind her desk listening through it all not really showing much of a reaction one way or another. That was her way, Caleb knew. Absorb everything, reveal nothing until she was ready to pass judgment...that was his lady...ever the regal and serene queen she was sometimes called among vampires by way of the traditions and birthright of their ancient history...and now in the modern era of the council she ushered forth: she was a queen by her persona and charisma and gravitas by themselves...if not in the power or position she might have demanded as her due as the last surviving nobility after the blood wars.

"Ok," She stated lifting her hands to rest her chin atop her steepled fingers, "Although I think you did a great job there, not everybody around here might think the same, so we should keep this story between us, for now."

Caleb let out a breath in relief but nodded in response to her statement.

She looked down at the notes she had scrawled out on her legalpad atop her desk during his tale. "And from now on, you will avoid commenting on how the council deals with its problems."

His jaw set at that, but he nodded consent to it.

She looked back up at him, elaborating, "It is not, and will never be, of your concern. And sharing these ideas in front of any of my guests will get you into serious trouble, trouble I could not save you from."

He swallowed, "I do not intend to cause serious trouble for myself or for you, My Lady."

The truth was however, Caleb had already come to terms of living in submission to Lyssa when he first decided to become her servant with Peter's tutelage. Submitting to her would be relatively easy now that that was decided, submitting to her within the framework of the society she was a part of...hiding his oppinions of her society...that would not be so easy.

Yet he would do it. His place was walking the same path she forged even if it is a path lined with daggers to shed his blood and soul for her. It would be worth every minute just to be with her. He felt that down deep all the way to his heart.

She drilled deeper with her eyes into his letting him know how serious she was being. "Is that clear?"

He nodded reluctantly but with consent, ""Like crystal. I will keep my mouth shut around any guests of yours."

That seemed to have settled that. She looked back down to her notepad. ""Well, now, go on, who else did you and Gideon made vanished?"

"Like I said most were just new vampires that couldn't handle the change. Drasic was the only one that could cause trouble with the council, but there was one other that you may not forgive me for," He looked down at his hands and exhaled, "Ilyana Risa-Olschenko. I understand you had a long history with her. She was one of your staunchest of allies during the blood wars, wasn't she, My Lady?"

After her response he nodded and continued, "The problem was, she was suffering from the Ennui. You knew it. You found out what seventy or eighty years ago?"

The Ennui was an ailment that generally afflicted vampires 900 years or older. It was comparable to human Alzheimer's in that it attacked the mental capacities and emotional states of the vampire suffering from it.

The problem was it had a lot of social stigma attached to it. Vampires tended to be vain and did not want to face the fact that their strength and vitality could be eroded away by something as inexorable as the advance of age. Many refused to acknowledge the Ennui's existence among them.

He dreaded having to dredge this back up for her. "She was paranoid, delusional, and bipolar. She had killed or imprisoned what....seven of the vampires that lived within her territory before you chose to report her?"

He looked across the desk to her to see how the memory was effecting her. "The council pulled her out of her territory. They stripped her of her power and position, her servants and put her in confinement within a cabin in the middle of the Gobi desert. Rather than devote resources to treat or cure her. They shoved her out of sight and out of mind for decades until she finally escaped."

He ran his hand through his hair, "Apparently she thought it was back in the blood wars and she was behind enemy lines...she believed anyone she met was an enemy, even children."

He looked back up into her eyes, "The council didn't want to deal with it. So me and my brother laid a trap for her to stop her. Even Gideon saw her as a victim and tried to capture her, but she was a tough fighter, and so damned fast. If she hadn't lost sense of time and the sunrise had been a few minutes later we'd both have been dead."

He paused for a moment trying to gauge her reaction. It wasn't everyday one was told by someone that they killed a woman whom had been an old friend to her-or the closest thing to an old friend a vampire could have.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cairn the Gaurdsman: Woods near Ahrensbok Germany November 14, 709 AD

Cairn staggered up the side of the hill towards the cave. The heavy shape of his broadsword hung low in his hand as his blood dripped off it. One of the Ahrensbok's men had rent a painful gash on the back of his shoulder and he was bleeding heavily from it despite the fact he was a third-marked servant. It must have been tipped in a vampire's blood to slow or counter the third mark's healing ability.

The Ahrensbok clan had betrayed them. King Sanarin and Queen Syrilla were dead. He didn't see the two heads of the clan fall, but Cairn did see their third-marked servants suddenly collapse dead. The only thing that could cause that was if their master or mistress perished. Curse the Ahrensbok for their treachery.

He had fled the enemy castle carrying his charge, the young princess wrapped up in his cloak protected from the morning sun.

When he was a young lad and just inducted into the clan he had been chosen to be the personal guard of the King and Queen's newborn daughter. He had taken that duty to heart looking after the vampire child as she grew and learned. He remembered how they had aged. It had been nearly a hundred years and she was still only a child the equivalent of a twelve year old.

Vampires aged slowly, then they stopped showing any sign of aging at all. Forever young, on the outside, but his princess was young not even more than a century old. She was so still full of hope and brightness untarnished by the long march of centuries passing like the others, and Cairn...He had been her gaurdian since she was but a baby crying out for her mother's blood, her constant support, her confidante, and her first full servant shared in part with her mother to teach her. He was a pony for her to learn upon before she could ride stallions.

He had known they were being followed. The sun was high and there were no clouds in the sky. So they were most certainly only servants. He had the chance and he took it. He hid the princess within the shadows of the cave he had found and headed for the stream at the bottom of the hill there he found his pursuers. There were four of them. They were young but their skills were not sufficient against him when he was determined to protect his princess.

Now he had crawled up to the cave. "Princ-Ack."

An arrow slammed into his back. He fell only a few yards from the opening of the cave.

"So this is where you hid her," A man came back out from behind the trees with a bow in hand. There was a fifth pursuer. He had gotten overconfident, careless, and now his princess was going to pay for it.

"Those were friends of mine you killed." He said planting his foot on Cairn's back, "That arrow was dipped in my master's serum."

Cairn cried out in agony as he could feel the Ahrensbok king's mind slither into his, violating that place within that was his princess' alone. They struggled across the battlefield of his brain as the Ahrensbok lord ripped and pulled at his memories for any and all information and his brave and courageous princess tried to fend him to protect him.

The servant that had shot him laughed, "It is agony as two vampires fight for sovereignty over a third-marked servant's mind." He ground down his boot into his back. "I hope my master leaves you a drooling fool for the rest of your life."

It was a losing battle, he knew. His princess was so very young

"Don't my princess, please sever yourself from me. My fate is unimportant compared to yours." He sent to her over their link.

"Be silent, Cairn," She reproached him, "You are mine. I will not let him take you too."

The boot lifted, "My master has confirmed it." He said walking towards the cave, "Your little bitch princess is in there." He drew his dagger as he approached the cave.

Cairn reached after him and the vampire lord that had invaded his brain wracked in utter agony despite his princess' best efforts to stop him. "Hide, Princess, please leave me. Save yourself."

"The sun is up, and she's young...probably too weak to move." The archer smiled back malevolently, "Kill her and you'll die too. My master will be well pleased."

"Then he will be sorely disappointed."

He heard his princess' voice, but not within the corridors of his mind now but echoing out from the mouth of the cave.

The archer spun his head back around just in time to see the flung rock slam into it with such force it caved in his face. The body fell lifelessly to the ground. The man's dagger dropped and clattered to the dirt right before Cairn.

He looked up to see a short figure in a gown, gloved and veiled under a heavy cloak from the sunlight. She was leaning against the cave wall and clutching the side of her head. The exertion of rising with sun up while at the same time fighting on the battlefield of her servant's mind with a vampire 800 years older than her must be a tremendous toll upon her.

She was so young. The sun took more from her than it did to the Ahrensbok king.

His fingers closed around the fallen dagger. "Please, my princess, please...I can feel him pushing you out."

"I will not allow him to have you."

"Nothing can stop it now."

That was him. Cairn shuddered at hearing the stranger's voice within the halls of his mind that belonged only to her before.

"I will not let you have him." His princess staggered out of the cave towards him.

"I crucified your father. Even now his body burns and smolders in the sunlight. I raped and slew your mother. Her body was thrown into the sea. Her head buried facedown in the shit of my castle's privy." He gloated, "Even now more of my servants are coming for you. Soon your head will be buried in my shit beside your mother's."

Cairn lifted the dagger for her. "You have to, please."

She looked down at the dagger then back at him. Her eyes widened and a tear began to form in one eye. "You can't hear me in your head anymore, can you?"

Cairn looked up at her as all he could hear was more of the Ahrensbok lord's gloating.

Her hand reached out and took the handle of the dagger.

Cairn rose up on his knees raising an arm to wipe the tear from her eye. "I have served you proudly for the whole of your life, my princess, let me die serving you once more."

"Call me familiar," She demanded suddenly.

He shook his head. That was not permitted. He was nothing but a lowly servant. He had never...He could never presume to...

"Say it," She insisted placing the tip of the dagger to his throat. More tears were flowing down her soft no-longer innocent face. "Shout it out loud."

"Lyssa," He roared as the dagger drove up through his throat and into his brain. The word meaning so much more than just her name to them both. A word that was never spoken. A word with just four letters but with so much power behind it.

His body fell and Lyssa last of her clan staggered off into the forest keeping to the shadows to shield herself from the sunlight. Cairn's spirit following after her keeping watch over his princess, Lyssa, the one he loved.

He would always follow her. If not in this life then in the next. Wherever she went was where he belonged, at her side. Her sentinel, her lover, her servant forever and always.