Reluctant Consort Ch. 04

A smile touched the corner of her lips, "Then, you agree to tell me what it is I want to know?"

A chuckle greeted her question, "I'm sure I will try."

They turned down a path and Saya could see the labyrinth ahead. Her steps slowed and Abe did likewise to match her pace, "Let us sit for a while, I do not wish to enter the maze."

A moment of silence arose between them, before she continued, "Do you know what surprises me?"

Abe smiled, "A great many things, Miss Reid?"

She chuckled at his response, pondering for a moment, "It's frightening how fast someone can lose their grasp on the reality they live in. If I am to be a... Consort...", the word tumbled over her tongue, brittle and unwelcome, but she continued, "at his disposal, then, I want to know more about him. Why do you serve him?"

Saya looked at him, her eyes soft, sincere, and she was in that moment, even if ever so determined she would find a way out.

"I was a gift, Miss Reid, but I would willingly choose to serve him if that choice had been mine."

Saya bit her lips but Abe continued, "Vampires, by nature, have no humanity. They do not love as we do nor feel as we do, emotions are like novelties, to be picked up, examined, and indulged if desired. Rene however, for all his seemingly cruelty, he was different. His humanity was not easily forsaken."

"I don't understand how that makes him different now."

"No, it doesn't."

Silence descended briefly before she changed the direction of her questions, "What did Rene do to Anna?"

"Ah. I believe the question is, what did Anna invite him to do. Master Luduc sated his desires."

Abe stood, bowing politely, "I must be getting back Miss Reid, shall I escort you?"

"No, that won't be necessary, I know my way. You haven't told me what his desires are."

"Of course. However you must forgive me, a servants place extends only so far."

And then, as customary, he bowed, taking his leave.

~*~

She watched the retreating figure disappear around the path and stood, pacing. Shit. She was up to her elbows in deep shit. She couldn't stay, certainly not for evening to fall and to find herself alone again, in his Solar, very much at his disposal, his penetrating gaze and the bond that had an uncanny way of bringing illicit desires to the surface. It had to be the bond.

No, not anymore, she was leaving.

But just as soon as the thought was formed, despair was immediately brought upon it. She couldn't, he'd already made it abundantly clear that he'd be able to find her, and her hours of trekking would be undone in a few solid minutes. Slumping she slid back onto the stone seat, there would have to be another plan. Only... how much could sacrifice? And not even that... for whether she had the will to resist him was another question.

A sigh parted from her lips and Saya leaned back, met with frustration. The stone seat was cool on her back as she lifted her hands, the light playing through her fingers, "If only I had a fraction of Daedalus' mind..."

The briefest feeling of him came over her before the velvet voice drifted across to her, "Then I would have to find a gilded cage for you, my sweet Consort."

A shriek tore from her lips and she jumped from her seat but he was unnaturally fast, his face mere inches from hers reflecting an amusement shadowed by a hardness that made her adrenaline spike but before she could run his arm snaked around her and he murmured, "Forget what I said. You were on my mind and Abe told me you were here."

Her eyes widened and she tried to speak but found her voice empty.

He released her abruptly, taking up the spot she'd vacated and she watched him as he made himself comfortable, "Come here."

Her voice came out in a hoarse whisper, "What do you want."

A smile lifted the corner of his lips, "You, Saya."

She stared at him, was he serious?

Swallowing she stepped forward, or rather she instructed herself to because she very much found herself backing away, unable to still the tremor in her legs as his gaze followed her, amusement dancing with the darkness in them. Swallowing the rising desire to gasp she spun, running.

Her feet barely touched the ground before he was upon her and she fell, screaming as his back pressed against her, his arms wrapped firmly around her before she could do herself injury.

"Now," his lips whispered across her skin, tickling her fear and something else that she dared not give thought to, "That was not what I asked was it?"

Her shoulders shook and she struggled to breathe as his fingers crept along her neck until his palm cupped her, softly and she was very much aware of every contact of their skin, the way that he stripped her of her dignity in such a simple motion.

The cool breath of his chuckle caressed her skin, "But I will indulge you."

And before she could blink, he spun her, releasing her and she stumbled, her feet exerting a will of their own as she backed away from him before turning, running, desperately away from him.

Thoughts scattered, tossed in the incoherency that was her mind and vaguely she knew, she was trapped, she had no where to run but for the fear that spurred on the instinct to run. But she reached for the thoughts anyway, forcing her fear to concede to her rational mind.

He's going to hunt me down.

A cool shiver racked it's way down her spine as the realisation dawned on her, drawing a gasp from her lips and she spurred herself on, faster, even as a sinking desperation accompanied the thought and she choked, stumbled, and yet caught herself to keep running.

For the sake of my sanity...

~*~

Rene chuckled as she ran, listening to her footsteps, the sound of her heartbeat and he knew, exactly where she was in his labyrinth. Lazily he walked up to it, his every sense focused on Saya as she ran from one dead end to another, her fear drifting through their bond but laced with a determination that spurred on his desire for her. To frighten her even as he affected her.

Gods... she was a poison of the sweetest kind, one that gave life more substance than he ever remembered tasting, a growing addiction that he had every intention of sating.

His eyes closed, inhaling her scent and the predator in him rose, accompanied by a thirst that made his gums ache. The game was even more thrilling for the knowledge that she was cornered and Rene was certain, her intelligence would deduce the same. That was the fun of it.

A cruel smile lifted the edge of his lips, passion swirling in the depths of his eyes and he stepped into the labyrinth, following the trail left by her scent, taking his time, enjoying each dead end she'd come to, knowing that she bore the knowledge of her time running short.

He knew the moment she felt his presence, from the way her spine stiffened and a delightful gasp parted from her lips. In an instant he was behind her, whispering, "Don't turn around."

Yet she did, her fist coming in his direction and he caught her wrist easily in his hand, chuckling at her tenacity, "Again? Even with my blood, you are no match for me Saya."

Before she could form a reply he picked her up, holding her firmly against his chest to still her struggles, more for her sake than his as he made his way to the centre of the maze where he could enjoy her properly.

"Let me down!"

Walking into the pavilion he did. And then before she could run, his fingers found the laces on her corset, untying them swiftly, his gaze penetratingly hard as she let out a cry.

She fell to her knees and he followed her, his lips running over her neck as he tore her chemise down, pulling the shredded clothes down her arms.

"My sweet sweet Saya..."

His lips murmured her name, tenderly, even as his fangs descended. He had no thought for anything but the way she resisted him and yet desired him despite her disgust. The way she made him feel alive. She tethered his control to a bridge on the cusp of falling and Rene was all too willing to fall.

His fangs sank into her flesh and he groaned, blood pooling in his mouth, trickling down her shoulder where he drank from. The euphoria was already beginning to spread, snaking through his system and then... Rene felt his heart beat, once, and then again, and he tore his fangs away, crying at the life that beat all too briefly in him before his heart returned to it's stone cold state and he was left in it's wake, the vancalye in his arms crying, fear altogether replaced by vulnerability.

Leaning down he ran his tongue over the wound on her shoulder, sealing it, his arms wrapped around her.

"Saya..."

His fingers came to grip her chin, gently, turning her face to him. His thumb wiped away a tear as her gaze told her in no uncertain terms, just how much he was despised. He smiled ruefully, "I could not resist."

"I hope you burn in hell."

Her voice whispered the words, venom behind them but his only response was to pull her closer, "According to your religion, I certainly shall."

She struggled then, attempting to dislodge herself from his arms but Rene held, "Shh, don't fight me ma chere."

"Don't you dare act repentant."

In an instant he manoeuvred her so that she was lying on the ground and he hovered above her, "Shall I continue my depraved acts then?"

Eyes cold he swiftly tore her garments away until she was bared to his gaze and Rene picked up her right thigh, holding it up as he surveyed her, his hand coming up to lightly slap her clit, drawing a gasp from her and her eyes met his, a fire lit in her depths.

A hard leg pressed her other thigh apart, "Cruelty is my nature and you, Saya, are my Consort. If it pleases me to see you this way, then so I will see you this way. And if it pleases me to drink from you..."

His lips brushed a kiss over her knee, "Then, that is what I shall do."

His fingers slapped her clit again, lightly, and he drew another gasp from her, her thighs struggling to close.

His eyes reflected only a coldness and he lightly slapped her clit again, her reaction secondary to the impassive cruelty he wanted to inflict, to coax her helplessness to the surface so that she wound know, in this submission that she was his.

He leaned forward, feeling his cruelty surface with the slightest hint of regret that he desired no part of, slapping her clit harder than he intended for in his anger and she shrieked, her legs straining desperately to close but he held her open, enjoying her struggles and the way her pussy moistened.

His anger diffused and he chuckled, running a finger over her clit, "Oh, ma chere, you're wet for me."

Her eyes bore into his, milky with her desire and yet he could see her fury burning beneath it.

"That's it," he whispered, "You should hate me."

And then without further preamble, he unbuckled his breeches, his hardness apparent and smiling down at her, slid against her, partway, her thighs straining as he proceeded to press his length against her, in excruciating slowness, piercing her at his leisure as he kept his eyes locked on hers.

She arched beneath him, her pussy throbbing, burning from his touch and cruel ministrations. Tears threatened to spill again as her body betrayed her, her every nerve desiring him, grown familiar with the way he could give her such pleasure and soon she was writhing, her hips coming up to greet his, thoughts confused with desire, that such a thing could be so sinful was wrong. And yet...

A cry tore from her lips as his hips thrust against hers, insistent, hard, and tingles coursed through her, zipping from the place between her legs.

She cried, lost to the pleasure and yet semi-conscious of the fact that here was a creature that owned her. Her hands came up to push him away, even as her hips greeted his thrust and she gasped, "Please... Rene!"

His lips came over hers and warmth flooded through her, ceasing the turbulence of her thoughts and she kissed him back then, heat pooled between her legs, simmering for him or for what he gave her, she didn't know, but held in his possession, fucked the way he desired and pleasured beyond coherency, she wanted it. The frightening thought seemed to lose it's nature and Saya bit down, hard, drawing blood, groaning as it slipped past her throat and she wanted more, her hips moving in sync with his as her limbs came around to pull him closer, their passion worked into a frenzy, his groan delighting her and then... arching, she found her release, crying as Rene seemed only to fuck her harder and Saya looked for his gaze, her breath catching as his eyes reflected his lust, a look that told her she was his and he wanted her, and she knew, without a doubt that no other man would want to possess what was already sullied, nor be able to possess her the way he did, pulling her apart until all that was left was his to plunder.

~*~

Their bodies slid, together, until he was lying on the ground and she was atop him, her pussy still clenched around his semi-hardness. She blinked, uncertain of the familiarity in which he held her.

She flinched as his hand came up to brush her cheek, catching a strand of hair, though her reaction was much too slow in her Rene-addled brain and his eyebrow rose, amused.

"Don't fight me, sweet Saya... You will only stir my desire to chase, I am a predator by nature."

She opened her mouth to speak but found herself without words to express herself, her body still high in the euphoria of their coupling, her mind clouded with desire that his blood only exacerbated. Sighing she let it go, too tired to think about it, and her head dropped to rest on his chest.

No heartbeat...

She felt his fingers lightly caress her skin, naked to the warm air. Her thoughts drifted, floated in her mind, his fingers luring her to a cozy contentment that made her wary. With an effort she pushed herself up, "I need to get off."

Rene chuckled at her words, "Then get off."

She attempted to dislodge herself from him, but his hips followed her, as though hers were attached to his and she felt him stir. Her eyes widened.

"I'm not stopping you Saya."

Clenching her teeth, she pushed her legs up, and with a very solid effort, rose from him, gasping as he slid free and her pussy clenched around thin air, feeling bereft of him. Her cheeks heated and she stepped away as Rene looked at her, amusement written across his face.

"My clothes."

"Ripped."

"How am I going to get back?"

"I suppose, you don't. In fact, I quite enjoy you like this, naked, without an inch of clothing, how are you going to practice modesty?"

Her cheeks heated furiously and seeing the expression on her face, he chuckled, "Fear not, there is no other here to see you."

"Please!"

Smiling he stood, pulling his breeches up before tugging his shirt off, "Come here."

She walked over, cautious but he pulled her up against him, his lips catching hers again in a brief kiss before he smiled at her, his eyes warm and Saya blinked, her breath catching in surprise.

"Lift your arms, ma chere."

Her arms lifted and he slid his shirt over her, and it fell over her, the barest curve of her ass peeking beneath it. A gasp parted from her lips as his hand ran over her ass, before slapping it lightly, "This will have to do."

She glared at him but his thumb came up to catch her lower lip, "Ahh, don't give me that look."

Saya pulled her face away, "Lets go."

"Hmm."

She attempted to move but he pulled her back, "No, not yet."

Her head tilted.

"I'm not done with you."

She smiled tightly, her tone biting, "What else could you possibly think to inflict on me?"

He sighed, "Fine. We're done. But I will see you in my Solar tonight."

Saya arched an eyebrow.

The coldness in his eyes slid back into place, "Let's go."





Thanks for reading!

I would love to hear your thoughts on this chapter, especially on pacing, speed and possible confusion? The last thing I want is for the story to meander too much.

Cheers!

Kitlyn