Amelia
As I make my way through the front doors of the castle like mansion I call home I prepare myself for what is coming. I snuck away without informing my King where I was going and I will be punished for it. Queen or not he is still my master, still the most powerful. Yet I find myself unable to care what my punishment will be Erik walks this world still and that is all that matters to me. Pausing before the doors to his council chamber I prepare myself, put on my mental armour, after all this time he can not shake me. As I stride in I see the letcherous looks on his cronies faces, refusing to meet their eyes I make my way to the empty seat beside my husband. Nico his most prized right hand man gives me a look that tells me I am indeed in trouble. A sideways glance from my husband proceeds his challenge “Where have you been without our permission my wife” the last word emphasised like that should mean I have no control over what I do without him. I smile sweetly at him trying my best to de escalate the situation “There was a hunters attack, initial reports sounded like it was another new bio weapon, you were busy with more important matters and I am the scientist. I did not think it worth your while to bother you until it was confirmed” Not even a smile, there is no emotion to read on his face “And is it?” I am clipped in my response “thankfully no” he raises an eyebrow and before either of us speak Nico intervenes “That does not excuse leaving without permission or a proper escort. You are the Queen after all” sarcasm drips from him and I shoot him a venomous look. Finally some emotion on my husband’s face, a sly malicious smile “And what would be a befitting punishment?” Nico matches that smile “We have been a little bored so a public flogging should send the right message to our little Queen” An angry lump forms in my throat and I have to push it down, that fucker, this is for his own pleasure, he loves to publicly humiliate me. Sometimes I really want to rip out his throat. My husband nods his ascent and waves in Nico’s direction “You do it I prefer to watch” I close my eyes preparing myself for what’s to come as Nico calls for a flogger to be brought to him. Once it’s in his hands he stalks around to the top of the table, demanding I stand pulling my large ornate chair away. He cracks the flogger against his palm, I’m unsure if he’s trying to intimidate me but I’ve been on the other side of it too much over the centuries to care. In fact I often quite enjoy it, it helps me to feel alive. What he says next does make me care a little ‘Strip!” He orders and I call him every name I can think of in my head. It’s not the nakedness that bothers me per say, as a more than thousand year old vampire I am very comfortable with nakedness and sexually overall, to keep getting thrills and pleasure after so long you need to push the boundaries time and time again. It’s that he knows I despise a few of the absolute cretins around this table and I would much rather not be that vulnerable around them. I guess that’s the only part that makes this an actual punishment. I see them watch with hungry eyes as I remove my trouser suit and top. I stop at my underwear and mercifully he does not push me on that. A little dignity retained. Nico steps in close behind me spreading my legs with his feet and pushing me down onto the table with his hand around the back of my neck. The coolness of the marble calms my red cheeks and although he turns my head to look at my husband I close my eyes. Imaging I am somewhere else and this flogging is for pleasure. Bent over like this the lace of my panties barely covers my ass providing no protection for what is to come. He runs his hand down from my neck along by back, circling motions over my ass cheeks. taking enjoyment in prolonging this moment. “Get on with it” I growl and it’s met by his laughing response “As you wish my Queen” I feel the movement of air as the flogger works towards my ass, the sharp bite as it connects with my skin, I feel the wetness pool in my panties. I do not cry out and I know that will deny them some satisfaction. After twenty lashes I know my skin will be swollen and red from the contact. When nothing further comes I open my eyes, there is a fire in my husband’s usually ambivalent expression and he rubs at his crotch. “Fuck her into submission” he orders Nico. Once again I close my eyes preparing myself for what’s to come. I’ve been fucked by Nico a thousand times over the last few centuries, he does this because he believes Nico and I hate each other and it is one of the few things left that actually gets him off. I feel Nico lift my ass up towards him and rip apart the lace of my panties, the unzipping of his trousers. His hard cock sliding along my wetness teasing before he pushes his way inside. Putting on a show for his master. He pushes inside me with a single stroke, filling me completely. Settling for a moment relishing in his act before he begins his performance of fucking me into submission. Hard and fast over and over again, setting a punishing pace, from this angle he hits me at just the right spot, angering me that he is going to tease an orgasm from me in font of those fuckers. I hear Damian “Yes Nico I’m nearly there make her cum like she’s your whore” My eyes flash open in annoyance glaring at my husband who currently has a fledgling poised on her knees in front of him to take his cum. Yet the emotion only brings me closer to the inevitable, I can not hold it back as he hits my g spot over and over again, knowing exactly how to play my body. The shaking begins in my toes and works it’s way through my entire body, I can’t hold in the moan of pleasure as the waves crash through me and I feel Nico fill me with his own roaring release at my climax tightening around him. My husband has chosen to join us in orgasm painting the fledglings face and chest white with his release. I don’t even look at the cretins around the table I know it will only make me want to rip their throats out especially with their round of applause they deliver for the show. As Nico slides out of me I grab my clothes and without another word or look in their direction I take my leave.Amelia In the sanctuary of my room I take a long refreshing shower, letting the hot water wash away the emotions that have been consuming me since I was told of Erik’s situation. There had been no doubt or hesitation in my mind, I was wiling to give whatever was needed to keep him in this world. My whole heart, every part of my being still belonged to him. I don’t bother to turn when I hear the shower door slide open and feel a presence walk in I know who it is already. His lips place a soft kiss at the nape of my neck and arms snake around my body pulling me back into his. I feel him hard for me already. “Was that really necessary” I sigh and I feel the curve of his smile against my skin “If I don’t instigate it he’ll do it himself or get one of them, would you rather that?” I relax into his arms and place my hands over his own as he starts to move them over my body, making me moan at his touch. “No” I moan breathlessly as he squeezes one of my nipples “this only wor
Amelia Truly alone at last I lay atop my large bed and think about him. The feel of his skin, the beauty of his features, my memory is perfect as a vampire but memories can not compete with flesh and blood. I feel great sadness at what should have been ours before Damian destroyed us. My mind wanders back through the centuries back to the day before our wedding. I remember the joy I felt at that moment like it was yesterday. My heart full and bursting with excitement to become Erik’s wife, to spend the rest of our lives together. I was gathering flowers beyond the castle wall in the early morning dew when I first laid eyes on Damian. His black horse was huge and imposing he had stopped before me and there was a look in his eyes, a portent of the pain he brought, an unease gripped my soul as he smiled at me. By that very afternoon he had captured me alone proposing his deal. I was to be his and Erik would be allowed to live. Turning a witch the greatest of all crimes,
Harlow - 1 Year Later The fear in my heart is real, Erik gives me a tender kiss of reassurance. He thinks I am scared to go to the King’s palace because of the dangers that lie there. In a way he is correct but the danger is him finding out his precious Lia is still alive, the danger is me loosing his love that I have so cherished for the past year, the danger is his heart closing to me once more. I’m fully aware of the vampire court, the opulence, the parties, the plotting and that does not phase me. A beautiful, selfless, strong woman with amber eyes does. She has haunted my dreams for the last year, the gift she unknowingly gave me at her own expense has made me the happiest vampire alive. In the middle of the night I often wake up though wracked with guilt. It feels like it crushes me at times, she is living a lie, a life of danger so that I can curl up in bed next to her true love. There have been times that I have almost told him the truth, especially whe
Amelia My face may be a mask of calm but inside my stomach is twisting and my heart racing. What game is Damian playing bringing Erik here? Does he suspect? Does he know? Only Nico’s calm exterior settles my worries if he did know even a fraction of the truth Nico’s behaviour towards me would be very different, he would be in full hate mode instead of indifferent. Our secret language to each other to deceive my darling husband. As soon as the excruciating meal is over I make my excuses and put as much distance between Erik and I as physically possible. That beautiful sweet woman that was with him made me want to be sick. Nothing to do with her, she was lovely, well spoken and I could see by the look in her eyes how she adores him. Everything I had wanted for him to have but it hit me like a dagger to my heart. I never in my wildest dreams thought I would actually have to come face to face with it. I beeline for my private chambers, I need some space just t
Harlow I am unnerved, this has been a strange and unsettling day. The relief I feel at being shown to our chambers and getting away from those people is palpable. Everything about Amelia makes me feel inadequate and yet I can not muster the desire to hate her. I watched her through that horrible lunch, she was so calm and composed. If I had not been witness to her sacrifice with my own eyes I would have truly believed she had no love remaining for Erik. I do not envy the life she lives. As we close the door behind us I run my hands over Erik’s back and around his waist but I feel him stiffen beneath my touch in a way he has not since before he had taken ill. He surprises me further by stepping out of my reach. My heart begins to ache. She may have compelled his mind to believe he hated her but I am beginning to fear that compulsion can not reach the heart. I can not bear to loose him now. Desperately I close the distance between us and without words I wrap my arms aroun
Amelia I look at myself in the mirror wearing my dramatic make up like armour, deep red lips and black smokey eyeshadow. My hair tumbles in dark waves down my naked back. The gold chainmail of my dress cold against my skin where it touches. Short and tight fitting tying around my neck with a deep cowl showing off my cleavage and a completely bare back. The dress sent by my darling husband. How I hate him to the very core of his being. My small mercy being that he no longer cares to touch me himself. I had endured his ‘affections’ for centuries as he tried desperately to get me to give him an heir. Vampire children are exceedingly rare, perhaps one born every century. No one quite knows why it happens for the rare few and not the rest of us. Well, that’s not exactly true I know the secret but in order to protect my own life and Erik’s I can never share what I found in my research. It took me decades in the lab studying the blood work and dna of those who had success
Amelia If I had thought that the drinks reception was tough the actual meal is worse. I am sat beside Damian as always but the first seat along the table is Erik to my left and his beautiful wife. To Damian’s right as always is Nico his customary glower on his face. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife at our end of the table, sounds of normal and excited chatter drift up from further down the banqueting table but there is an awkward stony silence hanging over us. I feel myself pushing my food around my plate unable to face actually eating anything. I can’t even look up I don’t want to see the hate burning in Erik’s eyes for me. I know I did it to myself but every bit of love I have ever felt for him still burns inside of me. Damian’s cold voice finally breaks the silence “Doesn’t Amelia just look good enough to eat tonight Erik?” His question loaded with innuendo. Fuck! Fuck him why does he always have to be such an antagonistic prick! Still I refuse to look up
Amelia My belly does a little flip flop of nervous excitement as the table is cleared and we are ushered back into the ball room. As we walk through the doors naked humans hand Venetian style masks to each of us. I laugh at the irony of the masks, everyone knows exactly who’s behind the masks it’s a strange illusion of anonymity they represent. I take another glass of champagne along with my gold mask to match my dress, that I know I won’t be wearing for much longer. The ballroom is now surrounded with beds and sofa’s around the edges, still room to dance and mill if that’s what one so wishes. The lighting is dimmed to create a more intimate atmosphere and low sexy music plays in the background. Most of the vampires here are free to enjoy whomever they please throughout the rest of the evening. Only a select few have been issued playmates by my husband but those who have are off limits to anyone else. I’m escorted by a naked human male to the King’s private area, it’s