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The clock's incessant ticking seemed to mock Hermes as he swallowed, feeling a new layer of sweat bead and begin to accumulate on his bare upper lip. He fought desperately to remain calm and unaffected, but his master, Prince Jasper, had been noticeably more volatile and demanding since his recent conversation with Princess Daniela.
"Uh, your Majesty," Hermes began, his voice strained but level. "There is a small delay with your request. The Gugally crystal is a bit more challenging to collect at present."
Jasper strode deliberately up the long, winding stairs that led to the West Wing. An electric current of excitement seemed to coil beneath his skin, anticipating what the evening would bring. There was always some form of thrilling, unpredictable excitement in the evenings now, and he quite looked forward to it. Since Daniela had been staying with him, his evenings had become the shining star of his days. Yet, there was a persistent, nagging feeling, a faint shadow of unease, that he was overlooking something.
He reached the top step, pivoting smoothly to face his nervous manservant. A slow, chilling smile spread across Jasper's features as he looked down at Hermes. "Your delays are making me feel quite... homicidal."
Hermes's already pale skin seemed to lighten further with apprehension. He wrung his hands together, forcing the next words past his lips. "The Gugally crystal are currently being trampled by the Trolls!" He had ordered a contingent of warriors to collect the gems for his majesty, but they were explicitly forbidden from engaging the Trolls. Sneaking past creatures so large was proving to be a logistical nightmare.
Jasper reached the landing of his wing, his body turning toward the richly carved door of his chambers. "I do not appreciate being affected by this Troll problem. Must I go to the fields myself? Break my back in the sun for a couple of measly jewels?" As he spoke, he genuinely did consider running Hermes through, along with the incompetent guards he had sent. They were, obviously, useless.
"Of course not!" Hermes's hand fluttered up, brushing back his thinning hair. His scalp, slick with sweat, caused his hair to plaster unpleasantly to his skull. "I will personally see to the collection of the gems—"
Jasper sighed deeply, the sound heavy with theatrical suffering. "Because I should be without gems and lose my servant!" He wondered, not for the first time, why he entrusted anything to Hermes. The man was clearly becoming very useless.
"Jasper, may I have a word?" Landon's voice cut through the tense air as he spotted the pale Prince, whom he had been waiting to see.
Jasper, without a word, waved a dismissive hand at Hermes, who instantly bowed and scrambled away. The Prince then pivoted, turning his full attention to Landon. His mind wandered, wondering why Daniela was so fond of this creature. She was kind to him when it was neither required nor beneficial. He found it irritating. What was the benefit? He couldn't see it. There had to be more than just building alliances.
"Why would you suggest such a thing?" As a prince, Landon felt a profound sense of betrayal on behalf of the princesses whose lives they held in their hands. Jasper wasn't just dooming his own princess, but theirs as well. How much more tempering did they need to endure before becoming worthy of being their Queens? It wasn't as if the world became easy and kind once they placed the crown on their head. Landon did not see the benefit in making their lives worse.
Jasper did not need to rack his mind for what Landon was referring to. He simply offered the same cool, unbothered reply he had given in the meeting. "As I said: two problems, one solution." There was more to it than that, of course, but he was not obligated to share his full thought process.
Jasper watched as Landon's brown eyes dilated, and the fur along his body began to stand on end. This overt show of agitation might frighten his own kind, but to Jasper, it was a mere spectacle without importance.
"Princess Daniela loves you. Do you know how lucky you are? She is a very rare type of woman, to be so sweet and kind in such an ugly world. This kind of betrayal... do you think she'll get over it?" Landon's voice was filled with a desperate, hopeful plea.
Jasper smiled, a slow, condescending curve of his lips, at the young man's hopeful rant. Landon truly knew nothing about his Daniela. 'Sweet and kind' would not be the two words that best described her. What lay between him and Daniela was not something as thin and fragile as 'love.' Nothing was promised by being in love. He chuckled as he looked up at Landon. Maybe Daniela liked the fact that he was so blind to the reality of their situation. It was quite funny.
"There is nothing Daniela would not forgive me for. It is the benefit of our union." Feeling as if he had spoken more than he intended to, Jasper abruptly turned on his heel and pushed open the door to his bedroom.
Landon stood for a notable pause, watching the space Jasper had occupied. His shoulders slumped, weighted by sudden, crushing helplessness.
Jasper smoothly stripped off his black jacket, letting it fall to the chamber floor with a soft thud, and then kicked off his shoes. He grabbed one of the two steaming cups of Demon Tea, raising it to his lips and enjoying its pleasant aroma as he unbuttoned his silk shirt.
But as the tea touched his lips, his body stiffened. A cold realization washed over him: the room was empty. There may have been two cups of tea, but they were both full, steaming, and untouched. And Daniela was nowhere in sight.
Jasper's grip on the fragile glass tightened, and it shattered in his hand. The shards fell helplessly to the plush carpet as the dark tea stained its beautiful tapestry.
"Hermes!" Jasper's voice was a deadly, deep growl, guttural leaks of sound escaping from his lips.
Hermes burst through the door, his arrival immediate. He fell to his knees in a deep, desperate bow. "Your majesty!" He could feel the incandescent anger radiating off his Prince, a palpable wave that promised blood and death.
"Where is she?" Jasper demanded.
With his head still pressed to the floor, Hermes spoke as calmly as he could, trying to keep the quiver out of his voice. "She is back in the Princesses' Chambers." Before finding his Prince, he had noticed Daniela was not in her usual spot in the room. So, he had gone to look for her, only to see her in the Princesses' Chambers. Taking note of her less-than-favorable mood, he had wisely chosen not to speak to her then.
Jasper slid onto the edge of his bed, his legs apart, as he glared daggers at Hermes. "Go and fetch her!"
Understanding the delicate and lethal balance upon which he was treading, Hermes called upon his demon fire. Black flames burst around him in a swirling vortex as he teleported to the Princesses' Chambers. He hadn't even properly thought about it. As demons, they didn't often show all of their abilities, and this was one they held quite tight to their chest. Other kingdoms were aware that they could teleport, but not how it worked fully or which of the demons could perform it. Hermes was quick to look around to make sure no one had seen him before he pushed open the large doors to the chambers.
The women within all gasped and offered short, rude comments about his lack of decorum. But Hermes was far more worried about surviving his master's fury. He easily spotted Daniela's distinct green hair in the sea of princesses and rushed over to her. He bowed deeply, hoping that whatever event had occurred between the two of them was squashed.
Daniela raised a single, perfectly sculpted brow at Hermes. His jet-black hair was sticking to his scalp in wet chunks, allowing the light to gleam off his ghostly white skin.
"His Majesty has asked me to escort you to his Chambers!" Hermes announced in a pleasant, overly cheerful voice that assumed her immediate compliance.
Daniela settled further into the bed as Lola gently placed a blanket over her, carefully tucking her in. "You are quite mistaken. I have no plans to see him tonight, or any other night." The Prince had to be a fool, or a tyrant unused to the word 'no,' if he thought she would willingly go to his room. She would not be a mere toy for his amusement. She had spent enough of her life beneath someone's boot; she did not need a new master.
"I don't believe I will be able to pass your message with the right amount of nuance and clarity. Maybe you could speak to the Prince yourself?" There was no way Hermes wanted to go back and tell his master that the only 'snack' he wanted to eat was currently refusing to enter his chambers. She wanted to see him dead; this would surely be his end.
Daniela's lips stretched into a wide, unblinking smile. She closed her eyes and rolled away, turning her back to him. "I have faith in your abilities. Do not doubt yourself!"
"Princess! If only you would offer His Majesty a few words? Perhaps there's been a misunderstanding?" Hermes pleaded, wringing his hands again.
Ida stepped smoothly between Hermes and Daniela, offering a low, respectful bow to the Crown Prince's servant—a show of respect before she interrupted his pleas. "The Princess is sleeping, Lord Servant! Her mind will not be able to be changed."
"Hmph!" Hermes knew she wasn't sleeping. She was wide awake, ignoring him and uncaring of his life, which would soon be forfeit. "Pleasant dreams, Princess Daniela!" Hermes bowed stiffly before leaving the Princesses' Chambers. His walk back to Jasper's chambers was, without a doubt, the longest of his life.
Just before he entered the West Wing, standing at the bottom of the long steps, a passing maid stopped, her ample bosom a feast for his anxious eyes. Gulping hard, Hermes decided he should at least have one last meal before he died. Reaching out, he extended his hand toward the maid.
She was not ignorant of his ability; it was well known around the castle what he could do. The red eyes of the servant were hesitant, but she reached forward, clasping her hand with his. Hermes's hands were moist with his mounting anxiety, but she easily succumbed to his powerful aphrodisiac.
"Ah, fuck me, choke me, beat me!" she begged, her voice thick with sudden, unreasoning need. She pinched her own nipples as she fell to her knees, her hands gripping at his belt, trying to free him from his trousers.
Looking around quickly, Hermes gripped her long blonde hair, his sharp nails digging into her scalp. Every touch of his made her groan in ecstasy. Her petite hands reached under her skirts, rubbing herself viciously as he dragged her by her hair into a small, shadowed room. Paintings depicting historical battles from the Vampire Kingdom's perspective were openly displayed on the walls, but the sight was utterly unappealing to the writhing body on the ground or the frustrated male above her.
Slamming the door closed, Hermes tossed the woman forward. Her body slid across the stone floor as he quickly stripped off his pants. His erection felt cool and heavy to the touch. The blonde maid crawled back over to him on her hands and knees, her mouth already open, drool covering her chin. Once within reach, he gripped her hair, thrusting his hips forward as he slammed his cock deep into the back of her throat. She gagged, and her eyes teared up, but her moans never ceased.
His hips thrust over and over, pounding her throat, chasing his imminent ecstasy. Conscious of the time, he pushed harder. The maid's teeth grazed his cock as her heated gaze stared up at him, completely clouded of modesty. Her tiny hands gripped his cheeks, holding him tighter to her, forcing his cock further down her delicate, unused throat. Her fangs descended, the sharpened points slicing into the sides of his cock, leaving thin trails of oily dense blood. With every thrust, his dick received small, stinging wounds. She feasted on his blood even as he chased his desires.
Before he could spill down her throat, he pulled her off his cock, his member slick with her saliva and his black blood. Her tongue desperately tried to lap up his blood as he ripped open her dress, her creamy breasts bouncing free at the release. His fingers gripped her nipples, twisting them painfully.
"Hit me! hard!" she begged, her head thrown back.
Hermes's hand lashed across her face, slapping her with tremendous force. Is heavy Palm striking her cheek four more times and rapid succession. His nails sliced her cheek with each slap, leaving a stinging cuts. She laughed, her fingers trailing in the lines of blood before she guided her tongue up her fingers. Her pooling, crimson irises turned darker as her lust intensified.
With his sharpened nails, Hermes shredded her dress skirt, leaving her bare and exposed. He didn't check to see if she was ready; he didn't have the time or the care. Lining up his cock to her entrance, he shoved himself entirely inside her. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her eyes squeezed shut, her head tilting back against the wall. She was wet, but not yet ready. Her saliva and his blood were the only lubricant as he thrust vigorously inside of her.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she pulled him tighter, holding him closer with every thrust. Leaning forward, she bit without thought or reason into his clothed shoulder. His black blood greasy thick blood seeped into her mouth. He chuckled darkly; his aphrodisiac had become so strong that it overrode the natural sense of a vampire. With every suck of his blood, she began to get weaker and weaker as the poison of his demonic blood entered her system.
Her frail body lay stiffly on the ground as he fucked her relentlessly, his cock sliding in and out of her as her cold body soon became rigid. His thrusts were maddeningly fast as he spurted his hot seed into her dead cavern. Leaning forward, he kissed her cold lips, pleased that she had given him some small measure of peace. If he met her in the next life, he would enjoy her once again.
"You are the most delightful little dish!" he said sweetly as he brushed her blonde hair away from her face. Her brown eyes staring up at him hollow and empty. Her expression was frozen in one of pure ecstasy. No one could deny she had died in full enjoyment in her last moments. He only hoped he could go out the same way.
Pulling his cock free of the corpse, he quickly righted his clothing and fixed himself up before heading back up the long stairs to speak to his Prince. His anxiety returning with every step closer. Feeling as if he was marching to his own death.
Daniela had just started to fall into a shallow, fitful sleep when she felt an intrusion, one that had become painfully familiar by this point. A muffled gasp escaped her lips. "Jasper!" she gritted her teeth in irritation as her legs clamped together in a futile, defensive attempt to stop the penetration that was ravaging her backside. You're okay, just breathe. The words repeated in her mind.
Unlike previously, where it had been a steady, uncomfortable pace, this time it was a furious, relentless pounding that would not, could not, stop. She clenched her eyes shut as an orgasm quickly wrecked her system. Her teeth bit down savagely on her pillow, trying to keep the sound to a minimum, conscious of her shared accommodations.
Immediately after her first orgasm, a second shortly followed, as the relentless thrusting showed no end. She scrambled out of her bed, crawling to the balcony doors. Throwing them open, she then hurled herself out onto the cold stone, pushing the door closed with her leg as she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She understood that Jasper was furious, and he was currently punishing her. Her hands clawed at the stone balcony railing as her hips were ruthlessly thrust into the air, her breathy moans sounding vulgar on the night air. Breathe, you've gone through worse. Breath. Every second, she wanted to give in. To scream. To cry!
She wanted him to stop, for him not to be able to have this kind of control over her body. She knew he couldn't understand why this was not another of their games. He had crossed the line. At some point, she felt light-headed and dizzy, losing consciousness for a brief, merciful interval. She only woke up when her juices, now spread down her legs, felt cold.
As if Jasper had some sort of way of understanding when she had regained her consciousness, the relentless thrusting began again just moments later. Only this time, it felt as if the coalition of magic in her backside had gained weight. A heavy new form. It was bigger—not by a lot, each thrust felt like a tearing sensation. Her eyes filled with hot, stinging tears as the uncomfortable sensation thrust in just as vigorously, but without the comfortability of its previous size.
A sharp, tearing, burning sensation could be felt. In the next moment, she was sure that blood was pooling. Reaching behind her, she felt around, only to notice the sticky wetness of blood on her fingers. Uncomfortably feeling around, she could feel a small tear around her anus. Turning over she violently wretched. Her stomach trying to expel everything.
The moment she began to bleed, the thrusting stopped. His cruelty was on pause for the moment. Daniela collapsed onto the stone floor, her breath coming in heavy, ragged pants. Vomit inches away from her face. Only her incandescent anger was keeping her conscious at this moment. She was utterly exhausted, but she felt as if she could burn the entire palace just to see Jasper dead.
Once Daniela felt she could move again, she cleaned herself up with the small amount of water her maids had left behind. She quickly changed into a simple, easy-to-put-on gown.
Her body crackled with unbridled fury that had no immediate destination. Exiting the Princesses' Chambers, the two warriors who stood guard bowed respectfully, but their gaze showed obvious confusion.
"Where would I get a drink?" Daniela asked, her voice low and dangerously controlled.
"We can call for your maids. They will bring you some water!" one offered immediately.
"Do I look like someone who wants to drink water?" she snapped, gesturing to herself. "And I obviously can't go to a tavern? So, where would I go in the castle?"
"There is a tavern here, but—" the warrior began, only to be cut off by the woman who seemed to radiate a silent, deadly ferocity.
"Show me!" she ordered, her eyes burning with an unshakeable resolve.
Author's note: I'm going to be updating my other book on the weekend. So after this week there won't be any updates until the following week on this book. Hope you're enjoying. Remember to vote!