The Vampire Queen's Servant

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

The Grand Colonial was the hotel owned by Lord Jason Lancaster, the Vampire overlord of the New York region. Also it was where the governing council of Vampire society was holding its sessions this season. Being the only surviving member of the ancient nobility and founder of the council Lorellei was required. She had arrived the night before during the preparations in which she had slipped off in her Ferrari to find the lucky stud for her one night of freedom. That, unfortunately, did not pan out the way she had wanted. Tonight was the opening ceremonies being held in the hotel's VIP Ballroom two floors above her suite.

She had presided over the festivities at first, but as everyone became enraptured by the entertainment provided by their servants she left slipped out of the ongoing orgy and returned to her room. There she told the front desk to allow Toirnea up. She had him wait the last two hours in the hotel's lobby. His drink at the bar was compliments of the house.

When he came out of the elevator her Bloodsworn were there to escort him to her. If he paid them any attention Toirnea would recognize the watchful and leashed animal demeanor of highly competent professional bodyguards. Also he'd see an uncanny familial resemblance to them. Her bloodsworn was a family dedicated solely to serving and protecting herself and her husband for over a dozen generations. They had been understandably upset about her ditching them last night, and by arranging Toirnea to come to her tonight (they preferred to vet her meals thoroughly for security purposes especially anyone from outside the Vampire world). They wouldn't dare give voice to any disapproval, but she knew they had it. Her so-called husband would probably hear of this-perhaps he already had. Her bloodsworn guarded but they also reported everything she did to Korinn and Toirnea was her one get out of jail card to escape the cage and enjoy herself for once-or that had been her intention last night-now their night would be complicated.

But she wanted her one night with him, and fuck the consequences for once in her long life.

They opened the door and awaited for him to enter before softly closing the door behind him. He was now in her suite, The royal suite, large and expansive decorated in a post-modern style. Though if he was looking at the furniture at the moment she'd flay the skin off of his back.

Lorellei stood before the suite's window. The curtains were open showing the Manhattan skyline lit up in the night. Tonight she hadn't dressed to lure her prey. Why bother when he'd already stepped into the hungry wolf's lair? She was dressed in casual attire tonight, a red off-the-shoulder sundress that revealed nothing but folded and flowed and splashed over the curves and planes of her body like a red cotton waterfall. The hem of the dress swished over her thighs as she turned on knee-high black leather boots (not the high-heeled dominatrix kind but the going riding type-and she did intend to ride a mighty stallion tonight). Her jewely was from a set she'd bought that featured rubies in beaten copper settings, rings, bracelets that clinked on her wrists with every motion she made, a choker that dangled copper chains down her sternum to rest just above the valley between her breasts over her dress. Her dark hair was done up in a complex braid down to the middle of her back held together by a beaten copper hairpin.

She faced him across the room and waited for him to blink before closing the distance when his eyes opened again. The clink of the bracelets and the swish of the dress was the only sign she had moved at all. "You called me a rich bitch before...that was an apt description. I have money and I am every inch a heartless bitch in truth."

"I will show you something and you will get one chance to turn around and walk out that door." She told him before pulling her lip up giving Toirnea a good long look at her fangs. Her mouth closed and she regarded him levelly. "I am exactly what you are thinking, and yes I will want what you think I will want from you. I want to fuck you and drink your blood-though it won't be enough to kill you."

She turned and strode back to the window, "If you want to give me both your cock and your blood then follow me...on your hands and knees."

Toirnea Campbell

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

She turned and strode back to the window, "If you want to give me both your cock and your blood then follow me...on your hands and knees."

Toirnea cocked an eyebrow at seeing the fangs, his only outward reaction. "There's something I would like to mention... the shrapnel... is gone. Apparently, someone found some 'specialists' who were familiar with shrapnel injuries... frankly there was more shrapnel than I thought... nearly thirty chunks and eight roofing nails,"

"Good," She nodded well pleased by the news, "And if you feel you are up to giving me what I expect of you tonight then drop on all fours now."

She looked back to see he was already on his knees. A smile flirted over her lips at his ready acceptance of her control over him.

"Bluntly, it's about time someone knew what they wanted," He muttered in what she supposed was meant for himself, but Lorellei heard every word. "I have a... heartless side myself... almost predatory."

She turned to face him, her stance wide, hands on her hips. She regarded him coolly. "Don't compare yourself to me, Toirnea. Humanity evolved from communal homonids, Despite our similar looks my people have more in common with wolves or great white sharks. Looking at you I want to devour you up, and I'm not just speaking figuratively."

She bent down and kissed him. Her hand came up behind his head and pulled him deeper into it, and then abruptly one of her fangs bit down on his bottom lip causing a bead of blood she quickly swept up with her tongue. She pulled back tongue out with the drop of his blood hanging on the tip. She let him watch as she pulled in her tongue and savored the taste of him.

"You're over-dressed, Toirnea," She told him nodding to the floor beside him, "Remove your shirt, slowly, I want to see all those wonderfully tight muscles again."

Toirnea Campbell

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

She turned to face him, her stance wide, hands on her hips. She regarded him coolly. "Don't compare yourself to me, Toirnea. Humanity evolved from communal hominids, Despite our similar looks my people have more in common with wolves or great white sharks. Looking at you I want to devour you up, and I'm not just speaking figuratively."

"I'm pretty damn sure that nobody could compare to you, Lorellei," He said with voice low and husky with his level of arousal, "I had been referring to other humans, not you."

She smiled to him pleased more with the sign of her effect upon him than the flattering banter or clarification.

"You're over-dressed, Toirnea," She told him nodding to the floor beside him, "Remove your shirt, slowly, I want to see all those wonderfully tight muscles again."

He made a soft sexy exhale as he reached down and lifted his shirt slow, little by little for Lorellei's viewing pleasure. Her eyes narrowed at the first two of that six-pack of his abs. She was licking her lips when it lifted to his ribcage, and salivating when it revealed the broad pronounced pectorals. When Toirnea raised his arms to lift his T-shirt up over his head she made an instantaneous decision.

"Stop," she commanded abruptly. He was stuck arms up the shirt pulled up over his eyes like a blindfold.

"Do not move, Toirnea. Stay just like that, as still as a statue." She lowered herself more and reached out as fingers hooked themselves on his beltloops. She leaned in tongue reaching out and began to explore each and every contour, every hilltop and hollow, abdominal muscles.

"If you were my servant, Toirnea..." She paused as she realized she was revealing a little too much to someone she intended to keep a strict outsider to the Vampire world hidden in the shadows from an unaware humanity. Well, no help for it now. might as well go all in.

"...If you were my servant. I would have you lie in my bed at sundown every evening entirely nude." Her tongue dipped inside his belly-button, "So I could awaken and do this first thing in my night every night."

Her tongue traveled over to his side where the roll of muscle where his side and hip met. "Every night I would choose a different place of your magnificent body to feed from. Monday." Her fangs pressed into that roll of flesh. They didn't penetrate. It was not Monday night after all.

She kissed her way up a trail from his side to a nipple. Her tongue rolled over it. "Tuesday." She nibbled over it letting him feel the razor sharpness of her fangs without actually drawing blood.

Lorellei kissed a trail upward to the nape of his throat. "It's Saturday night is it not, Toirnea?" She licked up over his adam's apple to the whiskers of his beard under her chin. Then she asked him, "Where would you suggest I feed from tonight? What part of your body will you offer for these fangs..." She grazed them over the side of his neck. "...to pierce for my breakfast tonight?"

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

"Where would you suggest I feed from tonight? What part of your body will you offer for these fangs..." She grazed them over the side of his neck. "...to pierce for my breakfast tonight?"

The "Ah" she heard him gasp as she had played over his nipple pleased Lorellei. She wanted to hear more gasps in that voice.

"I'm thinking...," He said in a whisper that dripped with arousal. She felt him shiver as she released the beltloops and traced her fingertips up his body to his shoulders, "...right thigh."

"The right thigh," She mused as if mulling it over diplomatically before pulling his shirt up and free. Now she stared into his eyes feeling as if she wanted to dive into them and get utterly lost within them. "If you are good I may actually grant your suggestion."

She dropped his shirt on the floor beside rising back up still looking into his eyes. "You are gaining some idea of what I want from you now, Toirnea."

She turned and crossed over to a chair facing them. "You are the type of man that when they are with a woman likes to overwhelm her. So she would be too lost in the pleasure you've given her to realize she's the one that truly has submitted herself to you."

she turned to face him again and sat down crossing a leg over the other and regarding him like a queen sitting upon her throne. "You are the type of man that when he plays at giving up control does so only when it is safe to do so. Only during the moments before climax do you reach up and grab the rails of your headboard and pretend that she has your hands bound."

She crooked her finger ordering Toirnea to come closer to her. "You are the type of man no woman has mastered. You have never been taught to respond to a woman's slightest touch upon your mouth, guiding your head. No woman has made you give her everything. No woman has taken everything you have. You have never willingly let her ride you past the endurance of your great heart. Like a stallion trained to go on until you'd rather let it explode in your chest than fail her."

When he came to her she reached out to the back of his head and pulling him down for a kiss that told him more than words could that tonight she had every intention of being that woman.

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

When he came to her she reached out to the back of his head and pulling him down for a kiss that told him more than words could that tonight she had every intention of being that woman.

The kiss lasted for several heartbeats, and from the beginning it was clear that Lorellei was the one behind the wheel here. Her lips pressed more firmly to his, tongue pushing into his mouth and wrangling over his. One hand behind his head pulling him into the liplock the other under his chin guiding him to meet every change of pressure or angle. Finally she pulled him away for much needed air seeing in his eyes the effect she was having on him, and being well-pleased with her progress.

"Hmmm..." He murmured softly, "I'll admit that I'm no stranger to a woman's body, but I haven't, in fact, been intimate with a woman... yet... yet.... giving that to you... feels right."

Her eyes widened, "Never?"

She shook her head, "A handsome virile man like you, a virgin...You were a soldier. Are you saying your comrades in arms while you were serving never dragged you to some brothel somewhere in some far corner of the world? It sounds to me to be too good to be true, Toirnea."

She ran her fingers tenderly over his cheek. "You poor deprived soul...Someone's first time should be spectacular. I am very pleased that you are here tonight to give that privilege to me."

Toirnea Campbell

IC: Lorellei Morrigan


Her eyes widened, "Never?"

She shook her head, "A handsome virile man like you, a virgin...You were a soldier. Are you saying your comrades in arms while you were serving never dragged you to some brothel somewhere in some far corner of the world? It sounds to me to be too good to be true, Toirnea."

"Oh, they did.... I just never indulged.... in that particular way," He replied wryly in his soft appealing way Lorellei was finding more and more pleasing to her, "I did get a small reputation for being an excellent masseuse, though."

"That's quite a boast," She chuckled at his last statement, "I may just grant you an opportunity to prove if that reputation is deserved tonight."

She ran her fingers tenderly over his cheek. "You poor deprived soul...Someone's first time should be spectacular. I am very pleased that you are here tonight to give that privilege to me."

"Interesting," He said with a shiver from her touch.

"What do you find so interesting," She asked her hand beginning to drift southward down his body again as she spoke.

"How wise you are, though I get the sense... somehow... like there's a small part of you... that's lonely. If I can help you feel... whole... even for a short while, it's enough." The words were barely above a whisper but Lorellei hung on each and every one.

"Lonely."

Toirnea may have just met her, but he was a very perceptive man. She was indeed lonely, having to dine with her most hateful of enemies in her world, living with a madman...She was lonely because she was utterly and completely alone and surrounded by her enemies. Certainly she had allies on the Council, but they could or would turn on her for the first sign of advantage for themselves or at just the first sign of weakness from her.

"There is some truth to what you say." Her fingers traced leisurely patterns over his bare chest, "But tonight is not a night I want to dwell upon that. You are here to provide me a diversion of cock and blood and company for the duration of the night."

She leveled him with her eyes. "Are you prepared to give me that, Toirnea?"

Toirnea Campbell

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

She leveled him with her eyes. "Are you prepared to give me that, Toirnea?"

She watched him for a good long moment before she added, "Just one night. Your friends and family will hardly know that you've been gone."

"Quite frankly, what family I do have... wants nothing to do with me, almost as if they're ashamed," He stated sadly, "That's why I remember... but never trust so easily anymore."

He looked back up to her concluding softly, "Though I'll give you as much as you want."

She smiled predatorily to him leaning in to hover her lips so close to kissing his, "Be careful saying things like that. I may just want everything you have to offer, maybe even more than that."

She pressed her lips to his in a kiss as her hand reached down to caress the tent in the crotch of his pants. "There's still someone here I very much want to meet face to face, Toirnea," She told him pulling away from their kiss, "Rise and remove your pants...slowly...I wish to savor every second of this."

As he began to do that she looked into his eyes and felt compelled to say, "I lost my family...my clan...as a young girl...they were slaughtered in an ambush by so called allies. I saw my mother and father impaled on stakes atop the castle's walls still alive. Their limbs had been severed you see and they were already severely beaten. For them they faced the most feared execution for Vampires. Being helpless as the sun rose in the morning to slowly and excruciatingly be burned from the inside out from the sunlight until there would be nothing left of them but smoke and ashes in the wind..." She closed her eyes trying to put the pain and grief back into the hole in her past a little girl left alone in the world had buried the memories of that night in. "I would have been right beside them. In my world there is no room for mercy, even towards children. So I would have shared their fates as well if Cairn...my first servant had not carried me out in his arms...even mortally wounded himself..."

She reached out to caress his cock with her fingertips. "Here I am getting rather maudlin, Toirnea. Exactly what I did not want to spoil our night." She smiled as an erotic idea came to mind, "I crave diversion...reach down and wrap your hand around your cock and begin masturbating while looking into my eyes. I want to see into yours as your cock grows harder and harder for my use."

Toirnea Campbell

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

"You'd be surprised what someone who has nothing to lose might give," he said softly as he exhaled softly. "Though I never had that much to begin."

When he had said that Lorellei had merely smiled at him. "I shall be the judge of just how much you have to begin with. Now lower them, Toirnea."

She smiled as an erotic idea came to mind, "I crave diversion...reach down and wrap your hand around your cock and begin masturbating while looking into my eyes. I want to see into yours as your cock grows harder and harder for my use."

Slowly he pulled open his belt buckle and unbuttoned a lowering the fly of his jeans. She only was aware of this peripherally for she watched all the little emotions going on behind his eyes. She was enraptured by the hesitation, the resolution, the vulnerability, and the hedonistic acknowledgement of an exhibitionistic streak within him as his jeans puddled onto the floor and his hand reached down for his cock. His fingers slowly wrapped around its girth and leisurely stroked its length for her viewing pleasure.

His eyes narrowed to slits as he stared into her eyes letting the sensations wrap him up in the pleasure of stimulating his erection for her.

She watched his eyes as she reached out with a fingertip collecting a bead of pre-cum and brought it up to her mouth. Her tongue swept it up murmuring softly to herself. "Hello old friend. I've missed you."

She still hadn't pulled her eyes from his as he continued his slow masturbation for her. She smiled to him ordering, "Faster, Toirnea. Bring yourself right up to the edge for me, and then pull your hand away."

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

She still hadn't pulled her eyes from his as he continued his slow masturbation for her. She smiled to him ordering, "Faster, Toirnea. Bring yourself right up to the edge for me, and then pull your hand away."

Complying his hand began to stroke up and down the length of his cock faster.

"Use a corkscrewing motion," She told him leaning in close to his erection but still looking up into his eyes. "Good. That's it. Keep going now."

Toirnea exhaled softly as his hand moved a bit faster. "You crave distraction, eh? Mhmm, wonder how long it'll take to see the limits for you."

She smiled to him as he said that, "You will learn tonight...I have no limits, Toirnea."

She watched him for a minute longer, and he was starting to show signs of getting closer. "I can hear your heart beating faster and faster, I see your breathing deeper, and smell your arousal. You are close, aren't you?"

She reached up and stroked his cheek tenderly, "Don't you dare cum. Pull your hand away or all you'll get from me tonight is the worst case of blue balls in the history of mankind."

IC: Lorrellei Morrigan

She reached up and stroked his cheek tenderly, "Don't you dare cum. Pull your hand away or all you'll get from me tonight is the worst case of blue balls in the history of mankind."

His reaction was a low primitive male growl that Lorellei felt resonate through her body all the way down to her wet and impatient pussy. It positively gushed staining the sensible red cotton panties underneath the sundress she wore.

"Call.. it... a... gut... feeling," He replied softly as he complied pulling his hand away from his erection. It was left full and ready and hard and utterly frustrated an angry red in color to match her dress and panties. "but... I... doubt.... that... don't... really.... see... you... talking... all... night.... long."

She smirked up to him. "Be careful...that sounds like a challenge to me, Toirnea."

She bent forward, "I can most certainly make good on my threat. I have had over fourteen hundred years to perfect any technique you care to name and an all-consuming sexual appetite that would make even the most hedonistic human woman feint where they stand hearing of all the things far worse I have done to men who challenged me like you have."

"Even so I am feeling magnanimous tonight-lucky for you, Toirnea, but don't push it, understand?" She leaned forward until she was face to face with his erection. He had always been blessed by the gods in both girth and size. Toirnea was no different. It stood out straight with only the slightest tilt up near the head all the better to reach all the secret places within her that made her go wild. "I love to feed from these. All that blood loaded with yummy hormones in one easily bitable body part."

Her hands shot out taking his wrists in a strong unbreakable hold keeping them there at his sides. She turned her head and kissed the side of his cock where the vein reached up to meet the flare of head's rim and then tracing along the vein's path. "I would use my fangs to make tiny little nicks here...here...here...and here."

She looked up into his eyes. "They'd bleed like when you cut yourself shaving."

She licked the underside following the vein his cum would flow through on its way to erupt out from the slit at the tip her tongue swept over. "Then I'd take you all the way down to the base. You understand, that's not an easy thing when you have razor sharp fangs to get in the way, but fortunately I have become an expert at the skill."

She tried to wedge her tongue inside his cumslit. "Then I would start swallowing the little dribbles of blood from your cuts down my gullet. Imagine, Toirnea my throat sheathed around your hard aching cock. Squeezing and releasing, massaging and coaxing to the point of madness if you don't come down my throat right that second."

She leaned back in her chair and smirked up to him, "Can you imagine it, Toirnea?"

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

She leaned back in her chair and smirked up to him, "Can you imagine it, Toirnea?"

She smirked up at him when he admitted he could imagine it and found very...arousing. She needn't hear him say it. The way his cock throbbed and shook with each pounding of his heart told her more than any words could say. Still it was nice to hear.

"Heard others claim similar, though between you and me... you don't look a day over your late twenties or early thirties," He said between panted breaths, "And I wouldn't be surprised if you were a princess at some point."

He was close to the mark there and Lorellei laughed rewarded him for his insight by wrapping her lips around the head of cock and rolling her tongue over it while applying just the right amount of suction to pull him right to the edge of eruption before pulling away.

"...Because you're..." His large powerful muscles throughout his sexy body tensed as he fought the wash of pleasure she bathed him in adding, "...Definitely a Queen in action."

"I am a Queen, Toirnea," She explained leaning back into the chair and scooting her ass forward towards the edge, "The last surviving member of Vampire Nobility. There was a war...a terrible war of genocide...one that drove all of us...my entire race mad. I grew up in it...I fought it with all my energy and soul...and I saved my people. I ended it. Yes, you are correct, I am a warrior and a Queen-as if either term means anything in my world now-a-days."

She smiled to him as she spread her legs wide apart. "I am a Queen. So on one knee, Toirnea, and bow your head before your Queen."

She lowered one hand slipping it underneath the hem of her sundress. Knowing fingers snuck beneath her panties and those deft fingers began to manipulate her own sex before him. He couldn't see it of course. It was all veiled underneath the folds of her dress, but Toirnea seemed to have a healthy imagination. Lorellei was certain he'd be able to picture what her hand was doing.

She pulled her hand out and her fingers were coated with the juice of her own arousal. She reached out and pressed his shoulder smearing the fragrant liquid along his clavicle to the hollow of his neck. Her hand returned underneath her dress, thumb rolling her clitoris before coming back out to do the same to his other shoulder. She repeated the return to her pussy and drawing a cross with her juice as the ink over his heart. Then finally she reached up with a freshly coated fingers to spread her juice over his bottom lip. "For the service you shall render your Queen tonight I now dub thee, Sir Toirnea."

Her hand settled back to the arm of the chair and she smirked to him, "Now kiss me, my faithful knight."

Toirnea Campbell

IC: Lorellei Morrigan

She smiled to him as she spread her legs wide apart. "I am a Queen. So on one knee, Toirnea, and bow your head before your Queen."

"Who really cares about titles? More often than not, it's the leader's actions that define them and even then, it's the actions that they allow to be seen." He replied lowering down to a knee as he'd been ordered.

"Unfortunately titles carry a lot of weight in my world, Toirnea, not that it matters much anymore." She smiled ruefully, "Weight and deference to traditions can easily be used as the bars in a cage." She didn't say she was the animal in that cage, but inferences could easily be made by him on that.

She lowered one hand slipping it underneath the hem of her sundress. Knowing fingers snuck beneath her panties and those deft fingers began to manipulate her own sex before him. He couldn't see it of course. It was all veiled underneath the folds of her dress, but Toirnea seemed to have a healthy imagination. Lorellei was certain he'd be able to picture what her hand was doing.

She could feel his eyes over her body. The clenched fist over his knee was an arousing sight to her. She wanted those fingers clenched tighter. Those knuckles whiter. His cock harder just from the image of her masturbating flitting through his mind.

She pulled her hand out and her fingers were coated with the juice of her own arousal. She reached out and pressed his shoulder smearing the fragrant liquid along his clavicle to the hollow of his neck. Her hand returned underneath her dress, thumb rolling her clitoris before coming back out to do the same to his other shoulder. She repeated the return to her pussy and drawing a cross with her juice as the ink over his heart.

"... but... damn you smell divine."

She smirked at that. Then finally she reached up with a freshly coated fingers to spread her juice over his bottom lip. "For the service you shall render your Queen tonight I now dub thee, Sir Toirnea."

Her hand settled back to the arm of the chair and she smirked to him, "Now kiss me, my faithful knight."

He blinked blankly at her words.

She frowned, "Did I misspeak, Toirnea?"

She raised her fingers and smeared the remaining juice over her own lips. "It seemed to me to be a simple order to obey."

She crooked one of the same fingers in a come-hither if you know what's good for you motion to him as she puckered her lips and waited.

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