Elise had no heartbeat, no pulse to quicken or stop and yet for a few moments that felt irrelevant as her body tensed, her mind scattered and her vision tunneled to behold the sight of a ghost amidst the frenetic crowd of the unaware herd gyrating to the beat that she could no longer hear despite her vampiric senses. In fact every neurological impulse that she relied on to assure herself that she was solidly in the present forsook her completely as she was catapulted into the merciless realm of the past through the shimmering gaze of a specter...a phantom...and yet she was there, deluged by memories she had tried with all her might to outrun. Stunned and helpless, she froze.
“Madam?” Cali’s soft, demure voice broke through Elise’s trance and once again reality began to reign. With a sharp turn of the head Elise freed herself from captivity, her senses returning to her. Cali’s face drawn with concern for her employer, sometimes lover but always her superior. “Is there something in particular you desire tonight?” She asked curiously as Elise began staring out the glass once again with an expression she had never seen before but which looked an awful lot like fear.
The apparition was gone. Elise scoured the venue below with frantic blue-green eyes but found only the mundane. “Change of plans, pet.” With a tip of the glass Elise finished off her drink. “Fetch my coat and umbrella...and tell Alex to bring the car around.”
“Yes, Madam.” Cali nodded subserviently and exited in a hurry to match the feeling of her mistresses mood. She rushed downstairs with worry knitting her brow, her pink taffeta nearly scraping her thighs as she moved with a sense of urgency while Elise grappled with patience she and an all too sober disposition.
*Just a trick of the mind.* Elise began to pace the floor in her Medusa Palazzo pumps, her hands caressing the black leather covering her abdomen trying to soothe herself. She was far too sober for this. *A mirage.* In a rare moment of pointless self-consciousness she pulled at the hem of her short Versace skirt and as a distraction for her psyche began to comb through her dark hair with pale, slender fingers as she struggled for air she didn’t need. What was taking Cali so long?
A smirk that made his already handsome face somehow even more attractive.
Silken flowing hair that fell to his waist.
An expensive tailored suit that framed his powerful body so perfectly that all present watched him with a powerful hunger.
He did not dance. Did not drink. But moved through the mass of bodies like a shadow. Many women, and a few men, did try to corner him, but he seemed to just vanish and reappear elsewhere in the room, without any sign or sound. Yet he was so polite. So smooth. So perfect.
Elise' crowd was his already. And as Cali returned to tell her Mistress, she was forced to pause a huge presence came close. Well used to such things the girl sidestepped to let the client by, and would never remember the next moment. She never saw him. Never even knew he was there. Or felt the gorgeous dark blue rose that was pressed into her hand.
Blue roses. The sign of House Rtul, an old beyond counting house of nobility.
A symbol Elisa had not seen since she had taken the last marker holding it and shoved it into the coffin moments before the chains and locks fell across it and she herself kicked the coffin from the cliff ledge and into the sea so far below.
Cali returned to her mistress, telling her that the car was on it's way, and dreamily holding her hand out, the blue rose there, Cali entirely unaware.
The blue was a deep full at the base, and somehow both darkened and lightened up the petals, creating images throughout it's shape. Only one garden produced these naturally.
The garden of Vernard Rtul.
Her maker.
Her former master.
Her greatest lover.
Her betrayer.
It was he she had seen speaking with the English nobles who had been trying to seize her home, her wealth, and her beloved life from her. He who had told them how to destroy her happiness. He who had forced her to flee England and come to the boorish peasant madness that was America.
Or so she had been told. and assured.
But on the rose, in his unerring script that even now she knew without mistake, was a single word. "Mistake."
He was alive. He was here.
Elise barely let Cali enter the room before tearing the jacket from her dark skinned arm it was draped over, throwing it across her bare shoulders in a hurry before reaching for the black umbrella in Cali’s right hand even as Cali revealed what was in her left, an item that sunk her heart into the pit that instantly formed in her belly. She dared not touch what her eyes were forced to behold, the single threatening word etched into the petal.
Leaving a lazy eyed Cali in her wake Elise bolted out into the hallway only to hesitate at the stairs. She wanted to go down, needed to go down in order to get to the hallway that would lead to the ally out back but she couldn’t risk it now. Not after seeing the rose. It was confirmation that she had not been seeing a figment. He was here.
Her heels carried her quickly upstairs where she entered her office, grabbing her cell phone as she passed her desk on her way to the windows. Knowing that she had no time to think any of this through she unlatched the lock and threw them open. A gust of wind blew her hair back as she climbed up onto the sill, ditching her expensive pumps and jumped 3 stories to the cement below and like a cat landed gracefully on her feet. Brushing away drops of rain that had misted her cheeks Elise stood up from a crouched position and raised her umbrella as she dialed numbers into her phone. “Meet me at the corner of Iverson and Beck NOW!”
Her bare feet padded against the wet cement as she walked towards the pick up point. The futility of escaping him was not far from her mind but the need to try drove her actions as there was no doubt in her mind that he was going to kill her for what she had done to him. Luckily Alex was good at his job and pulled the black sedan up just as she stepped up to the corner barely making her stop as she pulled open the back door, folding her umbrella as she got in. “Home.” She ordered.
Alex obeyed.
And Vernard, V, was sitting in the car. With Cali.
Cali was on his lap, asleep, his hand about her throat.
Despite the clear threat Cali was in genuine sleep, not trickery, and Alex seemed calm.
Of course that might be due to V, incredible presence.
He had used mental trickery before.
"Hello Elise."
When she hesitated and considered diving out V spoke softly. "I would advise against it my dear. I like your pets. But I have no patience for these games. You will be listen."
As if he willed it her hands came away from the door and folded into her lap.
He smiled. "Such a good girl."
He said nothing at all. Letting her sweat all the way to her house.
He carried Cali to the door with her, sending Alex to bed.
"Allow me."
He drew out her keys and unlocked the door, returned her keys, then entered her security code.
Then he lay Cali on her couch before examining the house itself. "Most lovely. Very you. Oh yes. Please enter your home Elise. We have much discuss."
Once again she had no choice.
He had made her. She had no weapon. No choice. No hiding. No way to fight him.
And he did look glorious.
She had to step over the threshold.
"Do shut the door Elise."
Every time he said her name he massaged and caressed it. Just like he had when he had made her shriek in pleasure. When he had owned before...that.
She obeyed yet again. Her body doing the action before she could argue.
As she did he wandered through her home. Touching nothing but taking note.
This time she had to follow not to obey his will but to keep him in sight. He chuckled at the first editions she had collected. And the paintings. And other items she had collected over her many years.
Then they returned to her sitting with a sleeping Cali.
"You have done well Elise."
He sat in her armchair, crossing his legs and steepling his fingers looking so dangerous. So royal. So him.
"Sit. Please. As I said we have much to discuss."
Again this one was not a command. A push by her maker. She could ignore it.
But he had already found her once. And knew her so well he had effortlessly chosen her house key, the security key, which he had entered twice to avoid setting off the secret alarm, and to deactivate the cameras.
No one would be coming to her rescue.
And who could have stopped him anyway?
He chuckled, seeing all these thoughts cross her face.
"Yes Elise. Yes I still know you. Still feel you in my bones. Still own you."
His eyes, so gleaming bright were impossible to read. Even for her.
And now they seized her as he hissed. "Now sit."
The venom there was inexpressible in mere words. She was sitting beside Cali before she had a chance to even think of disobeying. Before she could even respond.
He smiled now, and though the eyes did not change in intensity or expression he seemed calm and relaxed.
"Elise my pet you swore to love me. To adore me. To worship me. To obey me with a happy will for all eternity. Then you had been staked. Beaten. Flogged. Bound in silver three times over, staked with my own family crest and submerged. Do you know how many years i struggled in that box!"
The room shook with the power of his anger.
He straightened his tie.
"But no matter. Such are the vagaries of love my pet. I have seen to my affairs. They are well in hand. The family home remains. Despite your attempts otherwise."
He stroked his beard watching her. "You have flourished in this barbaric new world of yours. Have you not gone mad dear Elise? It is ghastly. No nobility. No culture. No presence. Just roving bands of the new rich and the poor constantly at war with one another. And these hideous sporting displays. The one with the metal hoops and the half naked men throwing a orange ball through it is revolting! And the music!"
He shuddered. "Nothing but screaming and wailing."
He sighed. "I do like their books. So deliciously Machiavellian." V had fought with Cesare and had worked with Niccolo during the Renaissance. Had known them both well. And had run circles around them.
He gestured at the TV. "And those wretched things. Utterly appalling. Even the plays of worth are broken up by these...advertisements. for everything! From pills to penis creams. From apples to zoos. And so on. Such constant noise! And the worst of all those little...things!"
He gestured at her phone, knowing precisely where it was hidden.
"Your attempts to call the militia are futile my dear. I removed the battery."
V had been entertaining London as a master magician when she had met him. All illusions of course. He had never used his true powers on stage. He had not needed to. His skills as a pickpocket were so mastered he could, and had, even perform before Royalty and no one could deduce how he had achieved his effects.
Elise herself had witnessed him steal King George's own crown off the monarch's head and place it on her own and the king had not noticed until V had asked to borrow it. From her.
He sighed again.
"So tell me my pet. What am I to do with you? A faithless child who cannot be bothered not only to keep her word, but not even to be trusted not to attempt to destroy the innocent solely based on their connection to me? A spoiled little girl who punishes even those that have given her everything. What should her punishment be?"
His eyes moved to her and she had an image of being encased in silver rebarred concrete and being dumped in the Marianas Trench, or even launched into space. Or a dozen other horrors that mirrored his own torment but without the possibility of escape.
Then the images faded.
"I have not decided Elise. But first. You shall tell me why. And recall my pet. More than your life hangs in the balance."
Cali slept on, her head now in Elise's lap.
The order had barely been spoken as she she found herself locking eyes with the very beast she had been trying to elude. V sat there, crystal eyes beaming at her hauntingly, with the same familiar and magnificent presence she had once naively felt safe within so many years ago. He held a sleeping Cali close to him as his voiced rumbled a greeting, the sound of that old timbre stirred a thousand emotions in her that made her consider leaping out of the car, an impulse that triggered her fingers to begin squeezing the doors handle still within her grasp, an action plan she quickly aborted in response to his implied threat. The way home was quiet, a silence that left ample time for her mind to run wild.
How did he escape? How did he find her? What did he have planned for her? What tortures? But these practical, unanswered questions were nothing compared to the memories overtaking her as she sat less then an arms length away from the man she had once promised everything to and the man who had given her everything in return. Memories she struggled with for the entirety of the ride to her fortified mansion overlooking the pacific.
It didn’t surprise her when he revealed her own personal set of keys or when her entered her security code to disable the alarms. These skills of his were of the trickster variety and not the ones she was most concerned with as she stood at the threshold of her home with every fiber of her being telling her to run. But run where?
When he bade her to enter she did, shutting the door behind her. The sound of her name rolling off his tongue threatened to expose the wound she had purposefully covered over with bitterness and varying arrays of intoxication through the years. She watched as he explored the lower floor of her mini palace, a far cry from her abode in London way back when but the staples of who she was decorated the walls, counters and bookshelves making him aware that she hadn’t changed much from the woman he had known. She still enjoyed her opulence and an old world style.
When he was finished perusing her belongings he sat down looking like a glorious king taking his throne, ready to mete out long awaited justice. Keeping her eyes on him she lingered where she stood with a Cali shaped heap behind her dressed up in pink frills conscious of nothing, a state Elise longed to be in and yet feared she would find herself before long. She thought of Alex by now alone in his guesthouse out back still under the dream-like spell V had cast. There was no security monitoring the cameras V had turned off. She’d given them all the the weekend off as she had planned on spending time in the city. She blinked as V began to laugh as he read her expression and then barked at her an order to comply with. She lowered herself onto the couch beside Cali who’s body reacted to the weight as her arm fell off the side of the sofa, dangling there.
And here it was...the listing of her crimes against “love”. How she...betrayed him. The tremors she felt as he expressed his anger hid the anger that all his talk of “love” had raised in her. And then he went off making small talk about American culture all the while her fingers sought to dial numbers into her phone hidden in her coat pocket attempting to contact the only person she could think of to come to her rescue only for V to once again dash her hopes asunder, a thing he had proven good at.
Her mind then was suddenly infiltrated by horrifying panoramic images of all the things he considered doing to her. She grimaced, hands shooting up to grip her head as she fought against the trespassing of her consciousness and the frightful thoughts they brought. Then as quickly as they came they fled from her minds eye. She opened her eyes and noticed Cali’s coiffed head in her lap...a sleeping beauty. Elise pushed her aside as she tried to compose herself but finding the task too difficult in her current sober state she instead rallied and harnessed the loathing and anger he had caused her to live with until she was noticeably shaking and then dared to stand up on her bare feet then dared to slowly cross the floor until she stood directly in front of the man who’s uncanny handsomeness still affected her despite everything. She stared down at him and bared her shoulders to the air letting her coat fall to a puddle around her ankles. “Camille Rothschilde.” She snarled at him, defying his power over her through sheer will and vitriol.
A moment passed and then two and three before she was sure that the name she had spoken for the first time in decades had hit its mark. Then she walked passed him to pour herself a heavy drink from the corner bar. Trepidatious to turn her back on him but driven by an insatiable need to numb these feelings racing through her. She poured herself a double of single malt whiskey and drank deep until she was forced by the laws of cause and effect to pour another one. Slowly her shaking began to cease.
“Love is the enemy only death can cure.”
“And yet you even managed to take that relief away from me.” She added referring to the embrace he had “gifted” her causing her eternal life before finally facing him. “The only mistake I made is when I didn’t have you hurled into sunlight.”
He laughed. "I long since aged past that weakness woman."
V had never revealed his true age. But even the eldest of their kind she had met always treated him an awe struck respect.
She had seen those same beings perform extraordinary feats. Yet V was the one they whispered about.
He clicked his fingers. "The cognac. The Caspian blue."
She watched her hands pour him a large drink and walk it over.
For all her anger. All her rage. He had made her.
And that was what made her attack on him even more wildly insane.
He took the drink. And as she drew close he smiled sweetly. "Who?"
He sipped the drink then lipped his upper lip, savoring the flavor. "You spoke a name. As if I should know it."
He continued to smile. "As if anything could explain such betrayal."
When he laughed at her that deep, thunderous laugh combined with snapping his fingers at her pouring his drink was all she could do to keep from either bursting into tears or throwing her glass of half-drunk whiskey at his face. Holding back a scream she handed him his drink and watched him take a swig.
“WHO?!” She shot at him with a venomous stare. “The woman with the feathers and the furs. The woman always so conveniently showing up at all the functions we use to attend. The woman the devil sent to destroy me. The woman who’s house I saw you with my own two eyes leave in such a state of undress that only a fool could turn a blind eye. Camille fucking Rothschilde!” Even with tears in her eyes that she refused to let fall Elise could see V in her minds eye the imagined picture she had painted herself so long ago of V making love to that woman behind her back, the very image she used to fuel the revenge she enacted on him. “Don’t deny it. Punish me, kill me now but don’t you deny it!”
He arched a brow. "I have not been with anyone since that night after the symphony. Our last time together."
He looked at the far wall. And cocked his head, then sneered. "The petty english shrew who kept claiming me? And trying to invite me to parties? That was her house?"
He sipped his drink.
Then swirled it. "I was fighting Kretch that night Elisa."
She would remember Kretch. An exceptionally arrogant vampire master from somewhere in the Caucuses. He had openly tried to steal Elise from V. Against her will as well as V's.
In fact even other vamps had commented that they were stunned that he had not come for her once V had 'vanished'.
He looked up at her. "He had drugged your chosen prey that night. I distracted the prey and handled him. Quite a battle. We fought all over the city. Finally we ended up in some house. I chopped him to bits and burned the peices. Then gathered the ashes and spread them in a fast river....yes I suppose i was rather tattered....her house?...would explain the tacky decor."
Kretch? It was a name she hadn’t heard in a long time attached to a face so insignificant she could barely recall it. “You lie.” That she could be mistaken was a reality she could not accept. “You fucked her.” That she had done something so unforgivable based on an error in judgment was to painful to contemplate. “You sought to hurt me, to erase me and you used her to do it.” Even as the words flowed her gut twisted inside. “You never loved me.” A lie she had to enforce to keep from drowning in an ocean of emotions no amount of liquor or drugs could quell. “Your incapable of it.” And after years of practice she had come to believe that she was as well, a bittersweet victory over life’s cruelest arrangement and yet a single tear escaping her control plummeted down her cold cheek in an act of self-betrayal.
He watched her.
Said nothing for the longest time.
Then spoke very softly. Cautiously.
"I never touched her Elise. Even in greeting i never let our skin have contact. I was yours. And yours alone. I gave you my word. My honor. And my life."
He raised his right hand.
The palm still bore the mark he had made her bite there. Her fangs were to be the last that ever touched his skin save in combat. Her body the last he was within.
The mark was a bond between a vampire and their maker.
Not all vampires and makers shared what she and V had. For others the mark would fade as time passed. Or actually break when the relationship ended.
But it could be kept. If the maker imbued it with powerful blood rites. Rites that she herself had written at his request, telling her she could ask anything of him and he would comply. Including loyalty. To her. And her alone.
She had been present when he had intoned the full words of her requests, sealing his bond with her in this mark.
The mark remained. Pure and untainted. Not changed even an iota from the day she had made it and he had sealed it.
His fangs were longer and thicker than these marks. He had offered her the bond. A sign of his willingness to be her's and her's only.
That she need never fear he would bite or sleep with another for more than his sustenance, though even the thirst had less of a claim on his with his many ages.
He held the hand out now. "Elise...touch it. See that night."
He was handling his own side of this affair. She had betrayed him. Attacked him. Attempted to kill him. He had been so angry...until she had revealed why.
Even with all that anger still waiting he could not strike her with it. She had felt even more betrayed. Lied to. Broken.
He could not blame her for that. She had been wrong. But it had not been an unfair judgement.
His words combined with that tone made her take a half-step backwards, recoiling at what she knew was the truth. As an immortal, time had seemed to stop while life played on around her, the second she was turned time become nothing to her, just a concept mortals were forced to engage with, not vampires. but since the moment her gaze fell upon that blue Rtulian rose time had once again regained its meaning as hers was felt to be running out. But now, as V raised his palm to reveal the marks she had given him so long ago, time shifted in her mind forcing her to travel back to the past causing a weakness in her limbs that caused the glass of whiskey in her hand fall to the ground spilling onto her Persian rug.
She did not move to touch his scars for she was too afraid but also because she did not need to as through sudden, vivid memory she could recall it all. The snapping of his skin as she had bitten down, the small pain of her own flesh being bitten, the taste of his blood on her tongue, the bond between them growing exponentially with only the stars and moon as witnesses to their dark nuptials.
Other memories too began to break through the barrier she had coldly erected, overlapping each other in a vicious churning that threatened to drive her mad. The life they had lived together; the parties, the laughter, the hunts, the fights, the love. It all swirled in her mind like a cyclone but all of it overshadowed by one horrendous decision and in that decision she had turned her back on all of it. Vowing to herself that she would never love again, to never let another man inside her heart or her body, a vow she had kept, a vow made complete by the disappearance of the marks on her palm in the very instant she had made her decision. She could see him now, his dull, glowing eyes pleading with her just as the lid to his coffin was closed on him and the sight of it as it fell into the ocean depths below.
Elise glanced down at her own once pristine palm now marred by V’s fang marks once again. She fell despondently to her knees before the one-time love of her life, wanting nothing more than to die for what she had done. Her silent agony giving way to uncontrollable sobs, tears falling like rain as she covered her face with her hands and cried into them. “V...I’m so sorry.” She clenched her jaw in anger and despair for how pathetically insufficient her apology sounded to even her ears let alone his. “End me, V! What I’ve done to you your justified in the doing of it and I can’t bare this.” She begged him on hands and knees, prostrating herself to him. Never had she felt a pain like this, a guilt, where just the experiencing of it made her lose all will to live in exchange for not having to endure it. Even the death of her husband back when she was just a mere babe in the world did not compare to this.
He shook his head and cupped her face. She felt the marks her fangs had made against her face.
"Never."
He drew her close, between his legs and on his lap, her head on his waist as he let her weep, holding close and safe, stroking her hair.
Clearly everyone's plans had been torn asunder by the revelations of the night. But something in that one word told her that he had not even come to kill before he knew the truth.
And of course not. Had he wanted her dead he could have used his skills or knowledge to end her in any of a hundred thousand ways without her ever knowing. And even more with her aware.
But now...
He held her close until even her being had no more tears to weep.
"This places us in a strange place my pet. Clearly we have kept our vows to one another. Clearly our hearts are still not our own."
He gently tilted her head back so she was looking up at him from below. His pillar legs rested on either side of her and she had felt the strength beyond steel of his chiseled middle. He had lost none of his size.
"What do you wish my flower?"
Her name. Her title. The name only he had been allowed to call her. He had slain three men who even dared to imply they would pluck his flower in a duel. And fought others who had dared to foul her reputation. They had all apologized and begged her forgiveness.
Many had thought V weak or fool. He was 'forgeign' and rarely spoke. Elise could easily claim having heard more of his words than any other being alive. And even she had sometimes gone weeks without him. Uttering even a syllable.
His looks and touch and endless gifts and other signs of love had been his method. Once during such a period another lady had noted the silence and commented that perhaps Elise was in disfavor with her Lord.
V had not heard it, nor been told, but had still arrived perhaps moments later with a bouquet of flowers for her, and a ride in the countryside where they had made love in the moonlight by hours.
V could be most elegant and flowery if he chose. But it was not truly his way. His age was that of the true hunter. When man and it's predators had had to learn methods of silence that could not be imagined even in this modern world.
He could run across a gravel drive absolutely silent. He had often startled guests and others by simply walking amongst them without them noticing despite his size.
She had captured the heart of a true predator. And only she had ever seen his eyes soften for her. Ever seen the depth of passion in him. For her. Ever watched as he had defended her honor, once against the proxy of the Kings of England and France after an especially dreadful incident in which both monarchs had attempted to lay claim to her, only to be unashamedly be called out by this 'lowly' Count.
He had torn their men apart, slashing them to ribbons without a word. Without ever seeming to breathe or even be aware of anything but their need to die.
That had been the last time anyone had dared to become too familiar with her.
Many had called her the Uncrowned Queen after that. Her lover had faced the monarchs of the world. And won. For her.
Now those same eyes roamed her face. And she saw the softness. Waiting. If she wanted him again she could have him.
One tender touch. One single word. To be forgiven for such hateful sins against their love. It was something she didn’t deserve and he did it so easily, far easier than she would be able to ever forgive herself, she promised herself then and there that she would spend her eternity in the pursuit of making it up to him.
When he pulled her close she buried her face between his thick waist and tree trunk of a thigh and weeped in gratitude as he soothed her with his pets. She had always found comfort in his arms, held close to his body like this, a body the passing of time could not whither away. He had always protected her, been loyal to her...killed for her at times even for just the smallest slight. He was her warrior.
Gradually Elise quieted as he began talking to her, tilting her head so she had no choice but to gaze up at him, an angle that made her feel smaller than she already was compared to him. A perspective she had always appreciated.
Barely had he rumbled out her long lost sobriquet when she sat up and kissed his mouth tenderly in answer to his question needing to taste him in order to remember what her God tasted like. Her hands gripping gently the sides of his bearded face.
All the years that they were separated she had never come across another vampire that compared to his power or presence and doubt that there was such a creature had turned into certainty that there wasn’t a long time ago. That he ever saw something in her to care about was incomprehensible and that he still did bordered on insanity. But love itself was madness.
She trembled with a desire made more potent by a nervousness she fought against as she slipped her tongue inside the cavern of his mouth to dance with his, her fingers tangling in his long hair. The last person she had kissed was V, even Cali hadn’t experienced such intimacy from her. With women it had been one of her rules and with men there were no rules because she only used men to feed or to torture and kill when she was feeling cruel. V had yet to learn about what all Elise had gotten herself involved with or the trouble she had found herself in his absence and not all of it was pretty or fixable.
From the couch behind her came a punctuated snore followed by the unsettled rustling of taffeta as Cali began to stir. Elise withdrew her kiss startled by the noise and turned to look at her having forgotten she was there. “Mm...madam?” She groaned with half-opened eyes. Elise looked back at V who’s face she still held between her hands and even though it was painful to separate from him she rose to walk upstairs while he took care of the situation.
Her bedroom was large, hard wood flooring, closed dark, curtains hiding ceiling to floor windows, a grand chandelier hanging, the usual fine furnishings she’d always been attracted to. She went to the record player as soon as she entered the room and after a moment of perusing found what she was looking for. The first movement of Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata began to play just loud enough to find the ears of V downstairs and to guide him to where she was. It was an echo from the last real night they had together. They had attended the symphony in London and made love through the night, a beautiful last memory that she had tried in vein to forget and which now the music brought flooding back.
Moving past the stacks of newspapers piled high in the corner, some yellowed from age, she sat lightly on the end of the bed facing the open double doors waiting for her sire.
"Greetings little one. You have served your Mistress well. You may go to your quarters. She will have orders for you later."
He did not rise. Or speak further until she had departed.
Then he rose.
He went rather slowly.
But he found his way to Elise's room.
And as he opened the doors and stood in the light shadow she saw that he had stripped down to just his pants, putting his body on display. His body long war brand was still clear, and his muscled frame unchanged. And he bore no scars.
He stood before her for a long moment the shut the doors behind himself, locking them.
"You have been neglected my flower. I can smell the need in you."
He walked forward and she felt and saw the swirl and of shadowy power that was her Master. Her lover. Her V.
His days beyond counting, though he had told her details of events of which even the eldest histories had only the slightest detail.
She had seen through his eyes to walk through the streets of Atlantis and a dozen other lost empires and cultures.
She had witnessed him soothe a charging elephant at the circus. To kill a rabid gorilla with ease. To catch an assassin's ball meant for a monarch she was very fond of.
And on and on and on. A being from another time. Nearly from another world.
Every moment with him had been one of wonder.
He was capable of violence beyond imagination.
But he also had written her love letters so touching they had threatened to break her heart. Had cultivated a garden to shame Buckingham Palace simply for her pleasure. Had painted her portrait a dozen times, marking her beauty for the ages. Had written her sonnets, symphonies and more.
It was why she had been willing to endure his silence. Because said so much in them.
Now he stood before her, her titan, once more within her reach.
But he did not approach. It was to her to ask him to take her.
To renew the passions with which they had shaken the heavens. It was his price. She must ask. Call to him to pleasured. To be loved. To be taken with all his knowledge and skill. To be driven to heights even a thousand thousand thousand other lovers could never reach.
Her body did not move when he came into view, walking unhurriedly up the hall towards her or even when he entered her chambers, only her eyes wandered carefully the bare skin of his torso, sculpted like a preserved statue of some warrior Adonis while his own sight lingered on her for many moments fanning her desire for him and growing her anticipation to the point it was palpable before shutting the doors behind him.
That stare, which earlier that night had produced fear in her now birthed excitement. She knew innately what he wanted from her, the words he needed to hear in order to soothe the aching between her thighs she felt so prominently but she wanted to show him just a little of how sorry she was for her transgressions against him first. It was time to start her eternity of penance properly.
She had risen and was already moving towards him when he spoke, slowly shedding her clothes along the way until she stood in front of him naked and with fire in her eyes. “Oh yes you do, my Lord. But the neglect I suffered could never compare to yours.” Her hands began to roam down his chest and rippled abdominals followed by soft kisses until she was kneeling in front of him, gazing up at him with expressive eyes in devotion as her fingers working on exposing the part of him that had gone without worship for far too long.
When what she craved was at last unleashed, it sprang forth in all its glory, an appendage more than fitting for a man of his size and power. She had always felt she was a lucky woman. Lifting it, Elise’ pink tongue began to lick up and down the underside a few times, mostly for his viewing pleasure before taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Her lips already stretching to fit around it, she slowly worked as much of him into her mouth as she could take, letting her hands work the base.
He growled as she touched him.
The growl got more fearsome as her soft sweet hands traced his chest and the lines of his abs.
Then she frees his manhood and at first teased him.
Earning more growls until she took him into her mouth.
Then he moaned his eyes narrowing as he watched her.
His right hand came forward and began to slowly stroke her hair.
He had once told her how such sex had been forbidden in cultures.
And how many of his playthings had been so bad at it he has grown to hate it.
But Elise was French. Jokes be damned, they took their pleasures seriously. And her talented tongue had often given him pleasure he had never expected.
He himself loved to eat her center. But tonight was about her making amends. And with her talents he had no issue with letting her do so freely.
That growl. It’s what she lived for now. What she’d always lived for. To make him happy. To make him want her more than anything else in the entire world. That was her sole purpose regained.
Elise began to moan as his fingers combed through her hair, sending vibrations through his throbbing member. The sounds of his pleasure making her wet to the point of dripping, her untouched clit twitched between her swollen lips.
Her hands kept at their job of stroking him adeptly as she removed her mouth from him momentarily.
“Half a century without touch. Without release. My poor love. Cum for me, V. Feed me your seed.”
She begged him before capturing once him again with her mouth, her tongue pressing up on the underside of his shaft to increase his bliss as her hands milked him.
Then resumed stroking her hair as she took him back in.
Then he groaned, and gripping her hair began his release.
He did so for nearly a minute and several dozen heavy spurts, forcing her to swallow.
As he came down from this high he slowly released her head.
And licked his lips. "To the bed my flower. I have need to return your kindness."
He LOVED to eat her flesh.
Had often done so with such ferocious vigor that she had destroyed whole beds.
He never knelt to do this though.
He knelt to no one.
Instead he preferred for her to lay on her back, then raise her hips up until her pussy was before his lips, her sweet ass against his chest.
Then to lay her legs on his shoulders as he gripped her hips and waist and devoured her.
He might lay them both down in the midst of this but he had gotten low once and had not liked the results from the position.
He had never failed to have her screaming in delight no matter the position but he said that he didn't get enough leverage either.
Now he spread his hands. "Come my delight. I have not fed on perfection in so long."
Like a good girl Elise swallowed every drop he fed her and it was always a substantial amount as if he were pouring the amazon down her throat. Gradually he gave her small signs that he was satisfied and with those signs she slowed her movements until she stopped altogether and let him fall from her mouth.
With her fingertips she collected remnants of his outpouring from her plump bottom lip before rising to move obediently to the bed, excited for the chance to feel him touch her where no man had touched her since him.
She laid back in the middle of the bed resting on her elbows to watch his approach, to feast her eyes on her loyal apex predator, her beautiful beast, her deity.
She raised her knees but did not spread herself to him because she liked it when he did that for her, when his strong hand parted her heavens gate to expose her Venus mound. In the past she even squeezed them shut playfully just to feel him use his strength against her but tonight she was too in the grips of arousal for that. So she made it easy for him.
He smirked and cupped her ass, his thumbs slipping up between her thighs as he drew her up onto his chest.
His face colored in reverie as he inhaled her fragrance.
"Oh my sweet flower. You have been neglected."
He ran his tongue along her lips, flicking it back and forth along their full length, then probed in and around her clit, curling it about the soft bud, pinching it firmly with soft flesh, then slowly dragged his tongue down between her lips, circling slowly so he was dipping out every bit of honey he could reach.
He moaned as he finished this little beginning. "Sweeter than ever my love."
He kissed her pussy now, driving his tongue deep into her, smirking at how tight she had grown. But still able to begin rapid fire stabbing his tongue into her gspot.
His eyes were locked on her's as now that he had truly begun he drew her legs up onto his shoulders and his hands then slid down her hips and sides to her chest beginning to fondle her breasts as he tongue fucked her and suckled at her nectar.
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