Reluctant Consort Ch. 02

Another tear slid from her cheek, "Why?"

Rene slid the tear away, thoughtful for a moment, caught momentarily off guard, but nonetheless his response was quickly ready, "Because, nothing in life is fair, the Laws are not fair, and I, simply have the power and the means to take you."

He released her thighs and watched as another tear slid it's way down her face. He stood, turning her face to him as he did, "Be prepared. I will sate my thirst tonight. And yours, will make itself known."

He left the room then and his little vancalye to ponder over his parting words. His throat itched with a thirst he had not sated in a day, all the more thirsty for the promise of satisfaction later. He was at liberty to drink at will from her and wondered why he did not. But no matter, he would be curious to see how she would react to her thirst. Vancalye consorts, whilst not vampire like him, craved the blood of the vampire they were bound to and abstaining was... difficult. It was not properly understood, but it was assumed the parasitic nature of their blood that now also flowed in their vein played a part.

He left Saya to the care of his manservant, trusting that Abe would attend to her needs and departed from his estate. He was keen for a round of hunting to distract him from thoughts of Saya, the sweet prospect of drinking from her again, and then there were the other concerns that would require his attention soon, that being the sudden interest of every vampire, important or not, over his acquisition of a Consort.

~*~

Saya held the sheets tightly to her naked form as she pushed herself up, wiping the tears away furiously. She could not, and would not allow herself to cry. By the time Anna had arrived with fresh clothes for her, she was wearing a smile that could fool the sun.

As Anna was tightening the laces on her corset, she ventured to ask, "Where is Lord Serien?"

"Well he is not attending to internal or external affairs so I wager he is out hunting," was the chipper reply she received.

"Breakfast will be brought up shortly. I will take leave of you now but my master was very specific, you have full run of his home but he does not wish for you to step outside it."

Saya cast a look back at Anna, her eyebrow slightly arched, challenging, as she silently questioned if a mere maid was threatening her.

Her only reply was a smile, and if Anna had felt affronted at her hostile look, it did not show, "Is there anything else I can do for you Miss Reid?"

"No, that will be all."

~*~

Rene spurred his horse onwards, urging it faster as he followed the hounds before him. He could hear Dario behind him amongst the other men and their retainers. The hunt always had his blood racing, and he wasn't necessarily sure it was the chase, rather, the masquerade of it all. That these men, lords and lordlings looked to him, hoped to associate with his wealth and status wherein the truth was that they were dallying with danger. He wanted to hunt, but it was not the prey the hounds had caught wind of.

As they neared the hounds, he could see they had cornered a fox and without further ado, he drew his gun and aimed, though careful not too precisely, there was still the difference between a human's perfect aim, and an aim that could not miss it's mark, not even by the smallest hair breath.

Cheers shook and sounded behind him, Rene pulled his horse around, smiling charmingly, "Dario, you take the lead."

Tanned skin with black hair that framed hard brown eyes, the face of a man new to his title of earl, Dario was twenty-four, a man of silence and few words though his brown eyes bespoke of intelligence. Out of all humans he associated with, Rene could grudgingly admit to liking this one.

And so the hunt continued in this fashion though not before one of his servants discovered him mid-hunt with an urgent message. His annoyance was conveyed in a single look before he took the boy aside, a young vancalye, a condition of all that served on his estate, gifts from the various Families that wished to curry favour with him, "What is it?"

"Master Luduc, Abe sent me to inform you that Miss Reid has attempted to escape, but she was stopped and he has her locked away in the library for you."

His eyebrow arched in surprise, "Escape? How."

The boy looked cast his eyes down to his feet before meeting his gaze again, an almost sheepish look on his face, "She attempted to walk out the front door."

Rene froze, before laughter cut through the serious trail of his thoughts, "Very well, thank you, you may return now."

He followed the rest of the hunt with a shadow of a smile on his face, his thoughts on what he imagined to be a petulant little vancalye locked in his library.

~*~

Saya sat on the well cushioned sofa in the library, her mind absorbed on the poem she was reading and her feet tucked beneath her in a fashion that would have had her governess scolding her had she been present. After spending what seemed a very long time trying the door and the windows, and then conceding defeat, she had allowed herself to be curiously pulled in by Rene's taste in literature. She wasn't sure what she expected when she walked out through the doors of his home but her hopes had been high as most of the household had seemed absent, but she'd been caught very shortly after. The manservant had found her... and politely threatened to carry her back, if she refused to comply, and Saya, was not a woman to sacrifice her dignity so easily. There would be other ways.

The sound of the door turning drew her out of the poetry. She didn't have to look up to know who it was and the moment brought her right back into the reality of her situation. Her heart began to thud, beating erratically in her ear as the footsteps approached. And then she saw the riding boots from the corner of her eye, mud slightly caked on them. Cool fingers brushed her cheek and she flinched, still unwilling to see the occupant.

A soft sigh greeted her ear, "Ma chere... are you ready to tell me the meaning of this?"

The sound of his voice tickled her mind, tempted her to look up at him, to... reach up and pull him down to her. Her eyes widened at the thought and she scrambled to the other end of the sofa, her eyes finally flying to Rene. An arched eyebrow was her greeting and she swallowed.

"Well?"

She kept her eyes trained on him, as he lowered himself to sit at the end of the sofa, but still, far too close to her. Her eyes darted away from him and she replied tartly, "You couldn't expect me to not try."

"Mm." Rene sounded thoughtfully, "Then, you must know, my dear little Saya, there may be consequences if you defy me."

Her eyes flew to him, fear immediately aroused at his words and his piercing green eyes followed her every move, took in her every breath and the subtle changes in her expression, "Your clothes, hand them to me."

Shock had her eyes pried wide open now and she flew out of the seat, "What?"

Rene watched her, affecting a calmness betrayed by the hardness in his breaches, "Now. I won't ask again. You can be sure."

Her voice trembled as she spoke, "You want me to take off my clothes?"

The slight inclination of his head was the only affirmative she received and Saya backed away from him, fury starting to mingle with her fear, "How dare you —"

Her words were cut off with a scream as Rene stood before her, his movement almost too fast for her to track. He tsked in her ear, "I warned you, foolish little vancalye."

And then he spun her, throwing her to the sofa before proceeding to unlace every garment of clothing she wore. Her scream rent the library, confined in the space but no one in his home would heed it, here, he was the master. He pulled her up, holding her up delicately, both wrists confined in his hand as his other worked the laces loose, dextrously fast before pulling the corset from her, releasing her soft full breasts. Before she had time to cry, he had dropped her again, already pulling the chemise up, her arms all but tumbling out of them. Rene brought it to his nose, inhaling her scent gently before letting it fall to the floor.

He watched with cool satisfaction as she laid unmoving on the sofa, her back to him, her arms wrapped around her chest. He brought his finger up, tracing a line up from her pale buttocks, up her back, before taking all the ornaments out of her hair, pleased as it tumbled down around her. His hands snaked around her, pulling her arms free, and she yielded after a brief struggle.

"Good girl," her murmured softly in her ear, "Relax... I won't hurt you."

He pushed the truth of his words through their bond and knew she understood him. Her muscles relaxed and Rene lifted her, positioning her in a sitting position, "I'm going to blindfold you now."

The barest of soft whimpers escaped her lips and Rene felt another flush of desire, for this creature, petite, perfect, vulnerable, even more helpless to him as she'd lost her sense of sight. He tore a slash of garment and dextrously fastened it around her eyes. Then lifting her, her re-positioned her over his lap, her legs straddling him, her face in full view for him, and he cherished then, the delicate expression she wore, her innocence in his presence.

Rene brought a hand up, lightly brushing her pink nipple, his other hand seeking the place between her legs, fingers expertly parting her lips. Another soft whimper parted from her lips. He smiled, "I'm going to punish you now, for defying my wishes. But you are going to enjoy this, you will do more than suffer my touch, you will enjoy it and then... desire a little more, that is your punishment, my sweet little Saya."

~*~

His words brought a flush of red to her neck, and then it crept up and suffused her cheeks. Her mind was floating somehow, she could feel herself being dipped in a pool of mist, her real thoughts clouded behind the aphrodisiac that snaked it's way languidly towards every point on her body that mattered, but more frighteningly, it was her mind that seemingly allowed this intrusion. Saya struggled, trying to keep it at bay but the darkness was her enemy, she couldn't fight what she couldn't see and as far as she was concerned, she was his...

No...

The thought struggled to the surface but it was difficult, so difficult to hold. His words drifted through her mind and her lips parted as his fingers parted her folds. Her control was slipping and Saya desperately grasped for it. But tingles whispered through her body, between her legs, where her body betrayed her growing desires and it was a battle she had no hopes of winning.

"Yes..."

She murmured, unsure of what she wanted but certain that she wanted it as her hips pressed forward in response to his teasingly slow circles between her thighs.

Rene breathed, his own voice husky, her blatant desire for more stroking the burning embers of his own passion, "My dear little Saya..."

His other hand snaked around her body, following the curve of her spine to her delectable little ass and he spread her cheeks then, a finger finding the rosebud, a chuckle drifting from his lips as Saya gasped.

Rene leaned forward to murmur in her ear, all the while caressing her rosebud, her cheeks spread by his thumb and index finger,"Will you let me have this?"

He could feel her squirm ever so slightly as she pressed against his other finger, tracing teasing circles around her clit.

"What?" Her breathless and very much clueless response almost made him growl but Rene held himself in check, "I mean right here."

His finger pressed against her rosebud with slightly more insistence, "To press you against the wall ma chere, or confined in apparatus that would make your blood run cold, and desecrate this little hole, or that lovely little mouth of yours after I am through with your virginity. Tell me, does that frighten you?"

His voice held the slightest tone of the cruelness he described, but Saya only felt warmth, her fear was kept at bay by the mist she was floating in and she boldly wrapped her arms around him, murmuring, "I don't believe so."

She bit her lips, "But, I hope you don't."

Rene arched an eyebrow, almost amused, but not quite. His reply then was to circle her clit faster, pressing a finger against her entrance so that every time her hips arched against his fingers, she would inadvertently press his finger against her opening, and his finger against her rosebud would not yield, she could not deny him.

Her moan elicited a growl from him and Rene leaned forward, the tip of his finger pressing into her, slick chasm, wet from his ministrations and partly from her predicament, for their bond could only loosen the reins on her mind. He ran his tongue along her neck and she shivered in response, "I am very much considering sating my thirst now."

Her hips pressed against his hands without abandon and his words were lost to a response, except the barest recline of her neck that was the only response Rene required, if he had considered holding back, her invitation mitigated the possibility of such and his fangs protracted, the tip prickling her neck delicately. He could feel her on the brink of her orgasm and had every intention of leaving her panting, wanton, in need of more. He sank into her.

Blood pooled against his tongue, the first trickle sliding down his throat as it poured into his mouth and Rene groaned, feeling the first throb of life in him and he drank more, all the while careful to keep her on edge. Every taste of her blood was like the first, and the flush of life he could feel was intoxicating, his whole body tingled and Rene wanted nothing more than to bury himself in the feed, but he knew he was fast approaching her limit.

Saya groaned, pain radiating from her neck and somewhere at the back of her mind she knew he was drinking from her, but she could only feel the touch of his fingers, caressing her intimately, curiously, fingers that knew how to play her, to tease and torment her desire to the surface, that Saya, was lost to it. The mist engulfing her mind seemed to make everything surreal, and she could almost enjoy the way he drank from her, delighted in it, that he drew pleasure from her this way and that she had this over him.

~*~

By the time he was done, her neck showed no signs of scarring, except the faintest outline of his fangs that he'd deliberately left as proof she belonged to him. She was delirious though, lost to the pleasure of his fingers, yet high in the haze he knew of from old recounts, whether intended or not, a by effect of their bond. He smiled lazily as she moaned, arching, and he allowed her to believe he would give her release.

"Yes! Please!"

As her mouth parted, in preparation for the ecstasy that she had no name for, Rene's fingers disappeared altogether and the cry that rent the library was pitiful, if not tearful.

"Remember Saya... this is a punishment. And deep down in that witty mind of yours, you are thankful that I have stopped, because you cannot bear to ask this from me, you would that I take it from you, but I require you to come to me utterly willing, or I will not give you release."

Her hands flew down between her legs but Rene caught them, a tone of warning in his voice, "Don't, or I will bind them."

Then with deft fingers he pulled the blindfold from her and watched as she blinked rapidly before her eyes focused on him, the look she gave him almost enough to make him forget all his plans and take her, willing or not. But instead he murmured, his hand gently cupping her cheek, "When you give me that look, such helplessness, you don't know how much that makes me want to ravish you."

Saya swallowed and looked away, the mist gradually disappearing from her mind and she was becoming increasingly aware and ashamed of what she'd done. The itch in her throat was also making itself known as she remembered Rene's parting words about her own thirst. The prospect of wanting blood frightened her and she struggled off his lap.

Rene didn't stop her, watching as her legs refused to support her and she fell to his feet. He stood then, a hand reaching down to help her up but he hesitated, he could feel her fear and despite some part of him that desired to give her comfort, this was her first lesson. He straightened slowly, torn, a feeling quickly followed by anger and Rene abruptly dismissed the feelings that he deemed a weakness. He would not have one.