The Vampire Prince's Blood Slave

Celeste seduces the prince

“I heard my prince wasn’t well, so I came to see for myself,” she said pulling the covers off of her and sauntering to where he stood. Her movements were sensual and seductive. She wore the sheer nightgown the female vampires preferred. He could see her dusky n*****s and the clean shaven v of her p***y.

Tavek’s body reacted. He felt himself going hard again. But all he could think of was his blood slave, Robin.

He could have been inside her now, enjoying her, gorging on her blood and working through the s****l tension that thrummed inside him like a living being. Then she would be dead, that thought cooled him.

“What do you really want?” Tavek clenched his teeth when she smoothed her hand over his chest. The shirt he wore was no barrier against her touch. He stifled his moan as he stepped away from her touch. There were other ways to work through his frustration, he thought reaching for his sword.

“Can’t I visit my prince,” Celeste turned to him her hands gliding over her pert breasts. She was trying too hard. What did his father ever see in her?

“Not dressed like that you don’t.” Tavek tightened his hand around the hilt of his sword and braced to trace.

“Tavek,” she whined prettily managing to snare his attention. She quickly moves close to him. She shivered wrapping his unoccupied hand to the small of her back assisting him in pulling her close. He was hard, she could feel it. She smirked to herself. No man could resist her. Seduction. That was her strong suit. She was both beautiful and she knew how to use her female wiles. She leaned close to him, and then stopped… affronted by what she smelled on his clothes. She could smell her on him. Her essence was alive and vibrant within him. Not dead. He hadn’t killed her like she had thought. The b***h was still alive. Celeste swallowed her anger.

“I can smell her on you. You like this one?” she asked her voice ripe with meaning. Tavek’s eyes narrowed on her. And Celeste knew she had hit home. The vampire prince hated the blood slave clause his father had set in place. She’d thought he will end the little b***h the minute she stepped into the castle. She’d been waiting for that, ready to celebrate with a bit of fun between the sheets. If the prince killed another human there was no saving him, and the throne will be out of his grasp waiting for the likes of her to take it. But it seemed she’ll have to wait a little while longer. She wanted it now! Celeste shouted in her mind feeling her anger rising. She schooled her features and focused on Tavek, the prickly prince. Damn, she hated him. But this has to be done if she wanted the throne.

“Oh, how sweet,” she said plastering her body to his rock hard chest. He was such a male specimen with his dreamy green eyes, chiselled jaw, full lips and a body to die for. His century long sleep hadn’t affected him at all. Most vampires woke up looking sick, and deathly pale. But he on the other hand looked ready to f**k and conquer the world.

Celeste’s fingers travelled down his chest, feeling the hard muscles hidden by his shirt. Celeste felt heat suffuse her. Her p***y pulsed with need, becoming wet.

Oh, it has been too long since she felt the powerful thrusts of a man within her. And she knew he was big and thick. Her hand continued its journey down to his pants. She moulded her fingers to the hard length that was fighting to be let out. He was hard so hard. Her fingers rubbed up and down through his pants. Tavek shivered resisting the urge to arc into her touch, and f**k into her touch.

Celeste stifled a moan, what she wouldn’t give to have him plunge that thing between her legs, hard and deep. Her p***y throbbed just thinking about it.

If only she didn’t want to usurp his throne she would keep him. A smile bloomed on her lips as she imagine him chained to her bed, his crown on her head. She would use him as she pleased. A thrill ran through her, and she felt bold and powerful in the face of her fantasy.

“Has she brought you to your knees already?” she mocked him, tightening her hold on his c**k and squeezed him hard.

Tavek snarled, she didn’t know how close to the truth she was. Anger rose within him, and the need to maim and lose himself in battle surfaced to overwhelm him.

He stepped away from Celeste feeling like she was going to be his next victim. He turned to face away from her his blood slave already coming back to mind, the need to be with her mingling with his need for violence. His tongue flicked at his right fang. The taste of her blood flooded his mouth. And his c**k throbbed in his pants.

Tavek groaned. His body seemed to be set to one mode – f**k or fight.

He could definitely f**k. Celeste’s scent of arousal was filling his room as they stood there. She wanted him. She wouldn’t deny him if he went for her.

Tavek turned back to her. She simpered, her luscious body enticing him beneath the sheer robe. His gaze trailed down her body stopping at the v between her legs. Her p***y lips ripe for the taking. He could sink into her and forget the turmoil that raged within him. He could expunge his pent up energy and calm his nerves within her. She wanted it, and she could take him any way he wanted it – rough with a bite of pain. He’ll have her on all fours within seconds. Tavek took a step towards her, his imagination taking over.

Robin’s face intruded in his fantasy.

He stopped in his tracks, his mind pulled into another direction.

She’d fed him well, so well he could still fell her warmth against him. If only he hadn’t hurt her.

He would what? Take her?

No. He couldn’t be with her. Not the way he wanted.

He growled in frustration and traced out of the room.

“Tavek?” Celeste called after him in indignation. She was in need. She was burning hotter than an iron rod in a smithy’s forge. Frustration climbed up her throat, and she wanted to scream. “I’m going to kill that bitch.”