A new leader! (Closed for Sensualista)

When Bryant entered the hall of the great castle that had been home to the oldest of the Vampire clans he was surprised to so many people there. He was promised the crown. He had worked harder then all the others at securing the blood lines and protecting the king for over 500 years. Why then were all these usurpers there?

"My lord." Bryant said on bended knee. "I came as soon as I got news!"

"Rise my son! Bryant you have been my one of my most trusted warlords and heads of one of the most powerful clans in all of the kingdom." The withered old man spoke through weezing breath. One of the most? Bryant thought to himself. He was easily the most powerful and the most loyal, he alone wanted the king to live another thousand years. while these others were awaiting the death so they can steel what was never theirs. "I will be gone before the night ends. You and the other four heads of the most powerful clans will decide who succeeds me!" The Vampire king said. This was not welcome news for Bryant. He may not be the oldest there but he was amoungst the smartest and he knew this would only breed a war with the clans. His clan was the oldest along with Aradia's. Aradia was a beautiful Vampire who had always shown great diplomacy, but he still didn't trust her. She was vengeful and could be as manipulative as they came.

Then there was the Clarks and the Booths. and worst of all House Emmerson evil to the core. Their wild actions had almost spelt doom for their whole world many times they experimented with other beings and had let the world at large know that Vampires exist making them all targets. Bryant would have to be smart, cunning and most of all careful. "Yes my king, it shall be as you say!" There was no point in bringing up the now forgotten promise.

He turned to the others and their guardians. All Vampire lords kept their closest followers close by at all times. These were the only ones allowed in the great hall other then the heads of the clans.

"Till the new night!" He said curtly, they all bowed to each other and he was the first to leave. "I'll kill them all I swear to it Camden!" He said to a striking woman who was his sounding wall, his confidant and his sexual play thing.

"You will do as your lord says Bryant and nothing more!" She said in a husky voice. they were to stay in the castle for the next few nights he went to the room they were given, where he took his frustration out on her. She was used to it and gave all that she got and more. She knew he needed this and knew this would help clear his mind. When he was done the pair sat in a meditative state until called upon.

Bryant.
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hope you enjoy!

KC

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Aradia's perceptive eyes watched Bryant as he came before their king. She could taste the disappointment, pride and entitlement on him as he knelt. Bryant was powerful and not without intelligence and for a few hundred years his succession to the throne had been all but assumed. Aradia smiled to herself, her full bloodred lips never betraying any of her thoughts.

The problem with pride and entitlement was that you stopped seeing what didnt fit your view of the world. Aradia herself was no mistress of the wars fought in the physical, open violence bored her for the lack of skill it required. In the ways of intrigue, subterfuge, manipulation and deeply woven webs of the mind and in the subtle art of directing and moving other pieces to create the desired outcome Aradia however was without equal. It had only taken a few whispers, gently placed in a few of her lovers minds at the time of their greatest vulnerability to bring questions about Bryants suitability to the kings ear. She herself had obviously spoken out for Bryant publicly, only grudgingly giving way to the superior arguments she had planted in her puppets' minds.

The thought had been planted that Bryant's leadership might weaken the future of Vampires without the open consent of the clans. Aradia had promised the king her support of Bryant when the time came after he had settled his mind on a vote to promote unity. Men were such simple creatures. Even the immortals who had lived thousands of years were still so very transparent to her amber eyes. Everything was going according to plan. Aradia had spent the last hundred years building alliance with all other clans, even the mad Emmersons. Her counsel was respected, her opinion valued and her incredibly pleasureable, renowned "favor" sought fiercely by all houses.

Bryant had noone on his side. He had always been above making friends, intelligent but oh so obvious in his efforts. He was the last piece of the puzzle she needed to shape until the crown was finally hers.

When Aradia closed her eyes, casting her mind out to find Bryant's, she could feel the lust and frustration he was feeling as he was fucking one of his attendants. The intensity of his passions made her body shiver delightfully. He did have vigour...
Maybe that would make her plan a little more rewarding - physically.

Aradia was aroused now but taking anyone of relevance from this room to her bed tonight would just arouse suspicion. A young, female vampire, her scent of fresh roses and blood was moving around the room, refilling the assembled vampires glasses gracefully caught her eye. Aradia could feel a flush rising in the cupbearers cheek as her own amber eyes devoured her hungrily. She moved with deadly grace to the kings throne, asking his permission to take the little treasure to her bed. Aradia felt like corrupting something today to celebrate the success of her plan. When permission was given with a slight knowing smile, she curled her finger at the maiden, beckoning her to follow her to her chamber.

The night was still young...

The late hours of night:

Julian, dressed as always all in elegant yet functional black strode along the castle's hallways, his well shone boots, staccatoing the heavy stone floors with each step. He passed an ornate door to one of the most luxurious bedrooms of the castle, where the loud moans and pleas of a young female voice offered a fetching, if distracting symphony of sounds. If he hadnt known whose door he was passing, he certainly knew now. The sheer desperation the woman was pleading with, clearly having long eclipsed her body's capacity for pleasure and yet still relentlessly being pushed further into its bottomless pit only came at the hand of one immortal- Aradia.

Julian shuddered at his memory of the one night she had invited him to her chamber. In those few precious hours his body had known sensations and pleasures far beyond anything he had even believed possible. To his shame, he had tried to win her favour again like an enamored puppy, with no success. After he had tasted heaven, he now was left with nothing but his bittersweet memories.

With an effort of will he forced himself to walk past that door and continued along the corridor, which was beautifully illuminated with hundreds of candles. Julian took a deep breath to steady himself before knocking on his liege's door. Bryant had commanded his attendance so close to daybreak that Julian couldn't help but suspect that this was in regard to the surprising turn of events this evening.

The full, resonant voice of his liege, radiating masculine command and danger bid him enter.

As expected he asked Julian about her. It had been too much to hope that his dalliance and embarrassing behaviour afterwards had been ignored. Forcing his voice to be steady, Julian shared what he knew:

"As I am sure you already know my liege, Lady Aradia's beginnings were very humble. Her mentor and teacher, Renard, found her in a Parisian brothel as the favorite of many of Paris' upper echelon. He enjoyed her company, wit, stunning beauty and considerable skills in the bedroom so much that he gave her the gift of immortality and took her under his wing as his first and only protegee. As you know, Renard is one of the most powerful of our kind and one of the oldest. He always had too much wanderlust to settle down and thus whilst he was in line for the throne, he showed no real interest, preferring to maintain his freedom and influence events from behind the scenes".

Julian felt much more comfortable explaining the historic origins of the woman than his own shameful involvement with her. At Bryant's nod he continued:

"As you are aware, many of us receive a special gift or ability, frequently in line with our talents whilst dormant", he began. Julian used the formal term for alive since many vampires took the more colloquial term as an insult to their vastly more powerful current state.

"It is common knowledge that Lady Aradia's gift is in line with her previous profession. She can evoke feelings, understand and meet desires of the flesh, allowing her to provide a rather unique... Experience". Julian knew his liege had called for him specifically, in the full knowledge that he had already experienced these powers, therefore surely wanting a first hand account.

"It seems like a power of the flesh", he started hesitantly. "In my brief time with her I was never influenced to do anything I wouldnt have already wanted to do. She just has a talent to make your desires come to life and lead your body to the kind of place you never even knew existed", Julian explained.

"Whilst this is a harmless power compared to that of some, it is however surprisingly strong. There is a reason why his majesty used to send Lady Aradia to negotiate and restore the peace in seemingly unbridgeable conflicts. After a night with her, typically the conflicting parties would be open to finding a reasonable agreement."

When Bryant waved him away, Julian gladly left his liege's chambers, returning to his much more modest accomodations. Like a drug, Aradia had posessed him and filled his every wakeful thought as well as his dreams for many moons after their encounter. Now, being so close to her again, he could feel her lithe, perfectly shaped body calling out to him. He remembered her slim, toned and tall elegant slihouette. The lush hourglass figure, tiny of waist but generous of hips and bosom. Her soft, firm, oh so ample tits with their raspberry shaped and colored, responsive peaks that he could now almost taste in his mouth. Julian's lust was awakened and yet his bed was empty. With a slight cry of depair, he moved his hand to his manhood to alleviate the most urgent need, his thoughts all the while remembering Aradia...

Camden moved to the bed when Julian entered she stayed silent as they talked then she moved back to Bryant. "You need to align yourself with one of the clans. They will team up and try and take you out! Yours is the one of the strongest and one of the few that can fight more then one house at a time. They know this and will not let it come to that!" She said whispering in his ear. Bryant loved Camden for many reasons and her ability to look past his feelings and his ego was one of the main reasons.

"I am the rightful successor to the throne. They all know this! Fucking Emmerson. He's the one that twisted Krahns ear. He's poisoned him and made him change his standing on the matter of succession. I should do him and that hag he keeps tonight!" Bryant spat. He paced the room. His strength was well known and often tested with the poor fool often being torn into small pieces. But he was not a strategist and he often saw the situations through a narrow view. Always careful to be respectful of Krahn and the other elders, he had always been a dutiful soldier and warlord. These traits he thought would be enough. Now he saw you needed cunning and deceit.

"Bryant come here. Take me again. Clear your mind. Listen to the castle it's talking to you telling you the path you need!" Camden said Bryant turned and saw her laying with her white legs spread wide. He got on top of her, entered her and as he thrusted his cock into her again and again, he was able to clear his mind of all the anger, he could hear the sounds of sex, and arguing! So not all the houses were aligned as he might have thought. They are all vying for the crown, therefore they can not trust each other. But he was still the common enemy. Camden bit his flesh and he could see a path, the pain and ecstasy were showing him the way it seemed. With a few more very violent thrusts and a couple more bites from Camden he came and then he pulled out and stood before her.

"Aradia, she's the key, the others view her as weak and someone they can manipulate, She's strong though and smarter then the others!" Bryant said,

Camden wiped the blood from her mouth. "She's much stronger then you men give her credit for. She's lasted this long because she's smart. You've made it to where you are from pure might and force. Emmerson through deceit. Booth because he's careful, and Clark because his blood line is tied to Krahn's. Might can not win the day. none of you can with out support, get Aradia's!"

"I will think upon it! Call up some play things I want to watch you have some fun!" Bryant said and sat in a high back leather chair!

KC

Aradia awoke from her deep and restful sleep early. The young female vampire was still pressed against her, exhausted after her extensive use of the previous night. It would be easy enough to add the little flower to her vast network of spies. Whilst she had been sleeping, three letters bearing imposing seals had been pushed under her door, the thick paper covered in black elegant handwriting.

It had already begun... Aradia got up, her naked form gracefully moving to pick up the letters. She opened the first, the arctic fox seal letting her know it was from the hand of the Emmerson's clan leader himself. He was asking to meet her today. So did the two remaining letters from clans Clarke and Booth. None of the clans trusted each other, alliances between any of them highly unlikely. When men competed for a prize, cooperation simply went against their instincts, already existing blood feuds aside. Each one of them would try to enlist her support for their own claims. Aradia smiled.

She quickly wrote three notes, asking each leader to meet her in the small hall one hour after dusk, before sealing them with the mark of her silver crescent moon and phoenix. They wanted to scheme behind closed doors, but she would pull the rug out beneath their scheming feet. Before the night was out, they would beg her to become her queen... Then she wrote a fourth note, inviting Bryant for a private supper at midnight. Feeding together was one of the most intimate and sensual acts two vampires could do together, so she was curious what he would made of this. Since he was friendless, Aradia was certain he would accept.

Aradia woke and kindly sent away the female vampire, asking her to personally deliver these notes to the clan leaders. Glad to be of service, the vampire, was her name Ingrid?, left curtsying, her eyes full of adoration and devotion for her new mistress. Aradia rang the bell to ask her chambermaid for some hot water for a bath. She would need to look her very best today.

Playtime:
A shy knock on Bryant's door indicated the arrival of their requested plaything. Two beautiful female human slaves stood, barely covered and slightly shaking in the doorway. Most vampire houses kept some human slaves, which were used to feed from occasionally without killing them. Their sweet fragrance filled the air, awakening hunger in the loins of the vampires as well as in a darker, deeper place.

Bryant bid them enter and they came to kneel in front of his bed.

"Master has called for us", the first slave begun shyly. "How may we serve you", she asked, her eyes lowered.

The low, feral growl in Camden's throat answered the question. "You, little one", Camden purred, pointing at the left slave, "come to me here". Camden sat on a low, velvet covered bench, her legs spread white, completely naked. Whilst she did love to be claimed by her liege, in her own time she quite enjoyed the more sapphic delights. "You", she hissed, pointing at the seconds slave, "you better get to work sucking you masters cock, bitch".

As the first, blonde slave knelt between her legs, Camden grabbed onto her head and pulled it steadily towards her cungry, cum filled pussy. She held the woman's head in place, grinding herself into her and soon her husky moans filled the room.

"Yes, eat that cunt, slave, make that pussy come", Camden demanded, her head leaning back and her eyes closed in delight. The other, raven haired slave had quickly joined bryant on the bed, her small mouth now fetchingly bobbing up and down on his impressive manhood as he distractedly tormented one of her nipples, his eyes on Camden.

Camden's first orgasm came quickly and yet she kept the slaves face buried between her legs until she had come again and gushed her fluids all over her. Then she dropped the limpless form to the floor. "Time to feast now, myliege".

Showtime:
Aradia's long fiery hair ran to her mid back, waves of fire framing the pale porcellain skin to perfection. She had chosen a formfitted, classy long black dress that showed her delicious curves to perfection, without being too provocative. She intended to have them think of her as a sexy potential queen rather than a cheap whore, after all.

Deadly and graceful, her soft strides brought her to the small hall, where the three other men had already arrived. Icy silence filled the room as three of the most powerful men, each hating each other, found themselves unexpectedly in the same room.

"Gentlemen", she began, her soft voice melodic. "Welcome. I know some of you had asked to see me alone, but since I can guess at the intent of this meeting, I believe it would be beneficial if all concerned parties were together in the same place. Rumours and hearsay can be so damaging, starting many an unnecessary war. This way, we all are on the same page", Aradia finished, nodding at each of the clan leaders respectfully, one equal to another.

She could feel the unease at her words since this room contained at least a couple of century-old bloodfeuds. Each of these men would have destroyed the others if he had had the power to do so and survive the fallout. And each of them knew this.

"You have all asked me for this meeting. Whilst I can guess, I'd like to hear from your own lips how I may help", Aradia said, feigning innocence.

"Ha", Emerson chuckled sardonically. "You are many things, but you are not stupid... And clearly more courageous than I had expected", he said, his silky voice trying to envelop her like a snake circled its prey.
"You very well know that we are all here due to the kings last edict."

Aradia nodded thoughtfully, bidding him to continue.

"It is no secret that we all here want to rule, yet sympathies are thin spread between us. Naturally, I imagine each one of us is trying to gain your support for their claim, at least that's why I am here", Emerson said coldly. His directness was unusual, however waht he stated was so obvious, Aradia knew he was trying to win her trust by seeming open when it cost him nothing.

Aradia's amber eyes swept the room, meeting each leader's until she had received acknowledgement from them all.

"I am of the bloodline of the king. It is only natural that I should succeed", Clarke claimed proudly.

Aradia interrupted him. "With all due respect Lord Clarke, I think I can make this meeting much shorter and more efficient for all of us. I gave my word to the king to support Lord Bryants claim and, even though a little bourgeois of me, I am a Vampire of her word. Unfortunately, my support is already promised, even though I havent yet have the chance to meet with Bryant himself".

The faces around the room were falling. Whoever wanted to be king needed three out of the five votes of this high council. If Aradia threw her support behind Bryant, he might win even with a minority, unless they could all agree on another. Emerson looked around the room, knowing how unlikely this scenario was. However Bryant was feared and hated enough, that his being king would be the worst possible outcome for all of them.

"We will not support him", Booth hissed. "This would mean a war", Clarke affirmed.
"I am sorry you feel this way and I truly would have loved to be able to keep the peace, but I am bound by my word and see no way out of this situation", Aradia lied softly. She was maneuvering these men exactly where she needed them.

"I would stand for you", Emerson suddenly said, his grey eyes boring into hers. "Anything is better than Bryant", Clark agreed reluctantly, "so therefore so would I"

"I am truly flattered gentlemen, however my vote is set, even if you were to vote the way you said, it would put me and Bryant on an even footing and I would simply decline."

"Not on an even footing, if I add my vote", Booth added thoughtfully.

"With all due respect, this is just insane", Aradia said. "I have never quested for open power and I can't imagine a less likely candidate, considering my... Particular background", her eyes lowering in feigned shame with her last words.
She was using their own possible objections to her role, forcing them to defend her to themselves and each other. There simply wasnt a more powerful way to change someone's mind than through making them the chief advocate for the other side of an argument.

"It was a few hundred years ago now. You are an accomplished diplomate and negotiator, which means you have the connections and respect of the wider Vampire community", Booth argued.

"For a woman you are quite the clever little bitch and at least you are not as conservative as some other choices", Emerson added with a slight bite.

"What if I was to refuse", Aradia asked gently, her amber eyes thoughtful.

"A vampire war the world has never seen before", Emerson said, chuckling to himself. She was sure he rather enjoyed the possibility of a war, if not for the inconvenience of restricting his own pleasures.

"Think on what you will do, Aradia", Clarke cautioned, leaving the honorific "Lady" out purposefully. "I will vote for you and it is up to you to decide the fate of this nation", Emerson stated, just a hint of threat in his voice.

"I shall think on this. Until the new night", Aradia said pensively, walking slowly down the hallway back to her chambers. When she closed the heavy oak door behind her, a sigh of relief escaped her soft lips. Victory. Give people a bunch of impossible choices and they will run towards the one which will cause them the least pain...

She still had a few hours until her meeting with Bryant. Time to prepare for the showdown with the last and most crucial part of her plan...

When she was done with the lovely toy, Camden knelt and bit into her neck and fed deeply. It wasn't till the woman could lose no more did she stop. Holding a clean clothe to her neck and dizzy she tried to sit up. "Stay put, you might have an accident. Camden said in a very un-Camden like concern. Bryant came again and pulled the young girl up and kissed her deeply. Bryant was a warrior through and through but he was also a kinky fucker. Camden had taught him so many pleasures he just didn't know before. Kissing and tasting his own cum was one such kink. After he bit into her like the other and feasted till she was barely alive. then he tossed her to the side. She too covered her wounds.

"So it's Aradia we need to side with?" He asked his confidant. Camden was just wiping the blood away, her fire red hair messy, her make up running down her cheeks, she licked her lips hungrily.

"She is the smartest!" Camden said. Bryant gave a snort of disaproval. "She is. You are stronger then almost all of them combined! Almost but not quite they know this and will try and figure out how to out smart you! This is hard for them seeing that they are idiots! Except for Aradia, she is anything but. And laugh all you want but face it she is simply smarter then you!" Camden had been slapped for speaking her mind with other men but Bryant had put a stop to it when he turned her and she has been his ever since. But this was to much. Bryant in the blink of an eye was across the room and grabbing her throat.

"Stupid am I?" He hissed at her. His eyes went from an ice blue to blood red. With ease he could part her head from her body.

"No!" She said simply, she had been through these little temper flares many times, Bryant always saw reason. Her naked flesh with the splatters of blood was suspended in the air. His grip tightening. "She is you have to see it master! I have always loved you and you love me! I do you no favor lying to you. I never have and never will. Emmerson will double cross you in a second. Clark will drive you insane and Booth will never let go of his lineage. Aradia is the black sheep and also the smartest! She is probably already working them against one another or making them team up to battle you! You need her support with out it you, me and your whole house will be wiped out!"

Bryant knew she was right, he through her down on the large bed. "I am sorry!" He said. Then he lay with her and the too drifted off, while the human cattle regained their strength before leaving.

Bryant didn't dream well, flashes of blood and Camdens screams for help echoed through his mind. He had visions like this before with other people and they always came true, Was he to loose Camden like so many before her. She who he actually loved. Turning to her he watched her sleep. Then with difficulty he drifted back off.

KC

Aradia was ready for Bryant, or at least as ready as she could ever be for an immensely powerful vampire lord with a temper.

Her room was lit up with candles, an altar in the middle of the room, which was holding a most beautiful virgin with silky skin the color of golden sand. She was tied to the altar, unable to move her hands or feet, her gorgeous nakedness in stark contrast to the white tablecloth that covered the altar. Despite the virgin's precarious situation, she was calm. She was one of Lady Aradia's personal slaves, chosen for the exceptional bouquet of her blood, showing notes of spices, honey and jasmine. Each one of Aradia's slaves was kept on a special diet that enhanced the natural bouquet of their blood further. The lady fancied herself a connaisseur of the red liquid that held life for her and her prey and she honored and looked after those that provided it for her. Her slaves loved to be chosen to feed their mistress, knowing that always great pleasure came before, during and frequently after the feeding.

Aradia smiled at her slave as her ivory hand leisurely caressed her prey. It wouldnt do to have the delightful peaks of the wellformed breasts slack. Aradia toyed with the slaves nipples, ensuring they stood pleasingly to attention under the slave's soft whimpers.

Aradia herself was dressed in a skintight black dress. The bodice was lowcut, revealing much of her creamy, lush orbs and the skirt was slit, exposing her long slender legs with each step.

The time had arrived and gone. He was late. Likely to show her that he didnt need her and to demonstrate his superior power. What a predictable move.
Aradia sipped on a small glass of a powerful red wine from a fantastic vintage, steeling herself for this final and most risky step of her plan.

The strong, confident knock on her door pulled her out of her thoughts.
"Please come in", Aradia called in a soft, seductive voice.

When she saw Bryant enter, she couldn't help noticing how handsome he was. His aura radiated command and power and a part deep inside her responded to this as women, undead or alive had been responding for millenia.

"Welcome Lord Bryant and thank you for joining me this evening", Aradia stated with a soft smile, indicating a chair at one end of the altar.

"Wine", she asked, already pouring without waiting for his answer. "A very good year, if I do say so myself", she added when she put the goblet down next to him.

"It seems we have much to discuss..."

Bryant awoke again and got up, pulling on a comfortable pair of slacks and a button down shirt he forwent any shoes preferring to be barefoot. "Listen to what she offers with an open mind master!" Camden said not moving from the bed. Bryant nodded and then left. He took his time getting to her chambers, he walked around the castle the long way.

After being late he decided to just get it over with. Perhaps Camden was right about Aradia. He knocked and heard an enter. Walking in saw Aradia looking... well more beautiful then he remembered her being, He thought it would have had something to do with the fact that he had been in a off mood when he arrived. He took the wine he was offered and being cultured, he enjoyed it a lot.

She motioned to the chair and he sat after he took in the room the pet on the rack made his cock jump. "We have much to discuss!" Aradia said. She wasn't wrong about that.

"You are not kidding. You know as well as I do that Krahn promised me the crown! Yet here we are voting on it! But his word is law and I will abide it to the letter!" Bryant looked Aradia over again. "You are looking very... Desirable!" He told her. She knew that she could take the comment any way she wanted. "Now I am sure you've already met with at least two of the others! What's their feelings on the matter?" Bryant asked not knowing the full scope of all that was going down in the castle.

KC

So it seemed that Lord Bryant had deigned to honor her with his presence. Aradia was patient, at least compared to the average female vampire and when it suited her intricate plans. There would be time to teach him manners, but for now she simply smiled.

Bryant enjoyed his wine, remarking on the vintage and grape. Aradia raised a thoughtful eyebrow. She had taken him more for a brute, but apparently he did enjoy some of the finer things in life.

Aradia smiled, her amber eyes meeting Bryant's. "It seems you would like to jump straight to business", she purred. "I have a little something prepared for us for afterwards, if you would do me the honor of joining me to feed, Lord Bryant? It will take but a little time to prepare her to achieve the best bouquet anyways, if you do not mind my attending to her whilst we speak."

Aradia's soft, creamy hand gently caressed her slaves body, appreciating the sliky smooth curves and the resulting gooseflesh and soft moans that came from her prey. "I find that arousal adds a certain heat to the blood", she explained, as her hands continued to play with her slaves body. "This one is one of my special reserve. She is as yet pure, I find it changes their taste when they are deflowered, so she will not be available for your sexual use. If you are thusly inclined though, I am sure we can find you someone to attend to your needs", Aradia added seductively.

"May I speak freely, Lord Bryant", Aradia asked, waiting for his nod to continue.

"I was approached earlier today by all three clan lords, each one asking me for a separate meeting. Instead, I asked them all to attend together. Let us say they were disappointed at this rather transparent arrangement", her laughter ringing like silver bells. "As I had suspected, each lord wished to persuade me to support their claim. I explained my position to them", Aradia explained, her eyes meeting Bryants.

"It may be an ancient custom, but I am a vampire of my word. I promised the king that I would support your claim to the throne and so I will, no matter what else is spoken on the matter. The high lords were not impressed. As I am sure you are aware, you are not the most... Popular choice for their leader. In their minds you as king is their worst possible option and they have sworn to revolt should you succeed."

Aradia watched Bryants face as she spoke, sensing his mood, before continuing.
"This will not change my vote nor do I believe will it change yours. If the vampire lords are true to their words though, this development will lead to war. Surprisingly, one of the lords suggested to stand for me as queen and the two others quickly joined his position."

"I have no inclination to be queen, so I asked them what would happen if I refused and thus you would succeed. They assured me of war. Do not get me wrong, I will support you with my vote, however at heart I am a diplomat. I do not believe in wars and as a result my clan has avoided getting involved in such ugly matters. This would not change. My support for you does not include sacrificing my men. This was not my promise. Let me be clear, If you want to be king, my vote and my choice to refuse the crown can make it so and as a result you will face three clans in war."

Aradia let that information settle, taking another sip from her wine before continuing.

"I have another idea. It is risky and I doubt that a man of your pride would enjoy it, but I have sworn to support and thus I offer you this option. On your request and your request only, I would accept the position of queen. I would then name you as my regent."

A regent was the leader of troups and second in command to the king or queen. It was an ancient title, rarely used to allow a vampire queen to give her chosen mate a position of power. With a vampire queen there could never be a king, a regent was the closest thing to it though.

"There is one crux to it though. To act as regent, you would need to become my mate, an arrangement which can be resolved at anytime by either of us, but with it the title of regent would vanish too. In public, you would need to defer only to me, in private, other arrangements between us could be made", Aradia added suggestively, her hand now languidly playing with her slaves pussy.

"I am curious to hear your thoughts on the matter. You havent yet ripped my throat out, which I take as a good sign", she smiled.

Bryant listened to all Aradia had to say, he watched her caress her pet, and found it intriguing how she altered them to suit a taste. She was a rare gem he thought. Camden was right to look up to her. Though not nearly as refined she tried to emulate Aradia's outlook on situations.

Then she spoke of the promise of war. Bryant was not afraid of war, his men were stronger and more devoted to him then the others, He knew it was sheer stupidity to openly fight all three at the same time. But he also knew that with power came desire, he could probably get more then a few of the others men to come to his side with promises of more power. Maybe even control of a clan of their own.

Then she said the words he did not expect. Regent. He had of course heard of this but how dare she! Regent was just another word for slave in his eyes. His life wouldn't change at all, he was already fighting for a king, it would just change to a queen.

"There is one crux to it though. To act as regent, you would need to become my mate, an arrangement which can be resolved at anytime by either of us, but with it the title of regent would vanish too. In public, you would need to defer only to me, in private, other arrangements between us could be made" Now he would have to be her mate. He stood, fire in his eyes he was right on the cusp of lashing out on Aradia.

"Because you are afraid to fight I am to relinquish my rights to the crown?" He said, venom issuing with every word. "Do you honestly think the others will not go to war if you name me regent? They are weak, they are fools and worst of all they are cowards! I will fill the valleys with their blood and yours my dear before I so easily give up what was promised to me more then a hundred years ago!" Bryant Aradia knew all to well was prone to extreme acts of violence when he lost his temper. She was walking a fine line now! But she was also not afraid of Bryant. "You are smart Aradia!" Bryant said in a calmer tone, he caressed her pets neck. "I think to smart for anyone's own good! I think you are working me against the others and the others against me!" He grabbed the maidens neck with his hand. "But you are also someone I do need on my side! I will... because of my large amount of respect for you think over what you propose!" He let the girls neck go. "I will even take you up on your generous offer to feed on such a beautiful creature. I will pass on the sexual favors till all is resolved between us! I know you've heard people talk about me! Are you sure you want me as a mate? I will not bend to any woman's will! Not yours not anyone's! I take what I want when I want it! Please think on that?" Bryant then drew a long nailed finger over her cleavage. "You truly are a breathtaking woman. I have thought of you many nights while I... Well you would be a welcome bed mate!" Bryant finished. He was still seething but now in total control again.

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Aradia's amber eyes didn't even flinch in the face of his outbreak. She had expected no less, his temper famous and easily roused by anything he interpreted as disrespect.

"My lord", she began, her voice soothing and sweet. "It is not because I am afraid, it is because in my heart I am not a warrior. I believe in prosperity and peace, not pointless bloodshed and violence. Threaten me all you want, but just as I will keep my word to support you, I will also never abandon who I am and what I believe", Aradia added, more fire in her voice now as she shared her convictions.

"I am well aware that regent isnt what you had in mind. You would be my hand, my sword, second only to me. I understand that that chafes you as you are used to command. So I d like you to think carefully if you'd be willing to take the necessary oaths for our public interactions. As I have said, I will only accept the crown if that is your wish. I am unsure how this might be playing you against the others as in this, you are holding all the cards, some of which I have handed to you."

The slaves moans were getting louder, the scent of her arousal filling the room.

"I am well aware of your reputation and that is why I have offered the possibility of a different arrangement in private. In our bedchamber, when we are alone, you would truly be king. I am well aware that you are far stronger than me and when we are alone, that strength would rule. I am offering you this as a sacrifice on my part. I value my freedom greatly and to effectively put myself at your mercy sexually is quite the ask for a creature like myself."

Aradia turned to face him now, as her slave was hovering just at the edge of her release.

"This arrangement would have advantages for both sides. My eye for tactics, diplomacy and strategy would unite wonderfully with your ability to command an army. Imagine me as a wise guide, both of us working together to make this nation great again."

Aradia glanced at her slave again, waiting until a single pearl of sweat showed on her face. "She is at her peak now, Mylord. I bid you taste her, but please be slow, sipping and gentle with your draw." Aradia left him the vein at the soft slave's neck, whereas she leaned in towards her crotch to taste from the vein there, continuously stroking to maintain her slave at the edge of orgasm without allowing the release.

Aradia bit, almost lovingly, her slave moaning with pleasure. She gave herself to her mistress completely without holding anything back. Aradia closed her eyes to focus on nothing but the taste, so sweet, so rich, with subtle spices, trailing like liquid fire through her veins. She could feel the connection with Bryant as they were both drinking. When the slave was half drained, Aradia let her cum, the power of her release washing through her blood, again changing its feel and bouquet.

She could feel Bryants enjoyment and surprise at the experience. Her gentle hand on his arm paused him in his drink. She could see his arousal as Aradia gently drew him to stand so closely in front of her. Her lips almost touched his ear as her hand found his crotch. In the huskiest voice, she whispered: "Some might say that the advantages of such an alliance are considerable as many consider my true kingdom to be the art of carnal delights."

Her hand continued to stroke him as her lips moved to find his, never demanding, simply inviting him to taste her kiss.

Aradia's power was more evident here then ever. Like a spider she had spun a web and caught four hungry flies. Bryant's cock jumped, her pet was something he had never experienced before. Now she was tempting him, her blood stained lips were just about touching his own, her hand expertly caressing his manhood over the thin fabric. Taking her hair in his hand and with force her pulled her into a kiss. He tasted her desire for him, and her desire for her pet. Where Camden was used to getting brutally fucked and loving every second of it Aradia was a lover. She kissed you like a lover touched you like a lover.

"You are a cunning bitch!" He said and with force pulled open her bodice exposing her luscious mounds of flesh. They were every bit as divine as the the rest of her. Through the slit in her long skirt he lifted a toned leg. then the other and he walked her over to her large bed! "I want you to show me Aradia. Show me this talent!" He was hers, he knew it! Camden had been right on every score but neither knew what angle she was playing. And now she might get what she wanted all along.

Bryant pulled his shirt off exposing his chiseled body with scars of a thousand battle still showing. They were badges of honor to him. None of his men were allowed to heal their scars. Then off with his pants exposing a rather impressive cock. "Take off your clothes Dear Aradia, let me see you! Then I want you to talk to me like a master! If you are capable of lowering yourself!" Bryant was angry that he was giving in to her. but he had no more control then a heroine junkie would if giving a bag of heroine. This was his last stab at control dictating the way they fucked. He would push her to her limits this night. For he knew if he sided with her then all he worked for would be lost!

KC

He responded to her touch and her invitation by claiming her mouth with his kiss. She could still taste the bouquet of her slave's blood on his lips, mixed with his essence, which could best be described as power, lust and force. It was an intoxicating mix, which made her desire for him grow.

"You are a cunning bitch", he had said with barely hidden admiration and open lust, ripping her bodice off of her with ease, exposing her gorgeous breasts to his hungry eyes. Aradia gasped. Such passion, such command, such virility. Oh, she would enjoy him thoroughly.

He pushed her against the bed, caressing her toned leg through her slitted skirt.

"I want you to show me Aradia. I want you to show me this talent", he had demanded huskily. As he impatiently took off his shirt, he exposed his muscular body, lined with honor scars to her. When he dropped his pants, Aradia couldnt stifle a gasp. He was formidably built - in all places. A purr started to sound from her throat as she saw his manhood and her pink tongue licked her lips in anticipation.

She seductively slipped out of her remaining clothes as he commanded, her perfect, lush body now fully naked. As though to indulge his inner voyeur, Aradia's back arched gently as she stretched like a languid cat, showing the ripe curves of her body to their fullest advantage. She was undeniably a very sensual creature with a considerable appetite.

"I want you to talk to me like a master", he stated. Aradia came closer to him on all fours on the bed. "You are a liar, Lord Bryant", she chided in her sexy voice. "From what I can see you are a conqueror. You Like to win and take things, not just have them given to you. Our agreement has not yet been made and I owe you no deference. However, your superior strength allows you to simply take what you want... Or you can let me show you my particular gifts, showing you what your body is capable of", she whispered seductively. "It is your choice to make Mylord", she added, before her head came to rest before his manhood as he was standing at the foot of the enromous 4 poster bed. Her tongue began to caress his member, licking with the flat of her tongue slowly from the base to the tip, circling his sensitive head oh so deliciously slowly, making him savour every single sensation, as she was teasing his manhood, awaiting his decision.

Bryant was amazed at the picture of sexual perfection Aradia was. She was trulygifted beyond all others at the act of seduction! Then she told him to choose, as she licked the head of his cock, with passion in her eyes. Just the simple act of fellatio which over the years he had received a million times, Aradia was able to show him what might be in store for him. Her tongue was strong and gentle, not sloppy, rushed or eager. Here was a woman who knew where to touch you, with just her tongue touching him, her eyes looking up into his not looking for approval like so many of his lovers did. She knew she was getting to him, she knew he was hers now.

If he took her it would be rough, violent and in some sick carnal way it would be fun for him! Pushing her to her every limit, trying to break her like he had Camden the first time they made love.

Then again that was what he did with Camden and every other other woman on a daily basis.

"Show me Aradia! Show me what you are capable of!" He said looking into her eyes as she drew a wet tongue over his head. He took his shaft in his hand and with the other he held her chin and slapped his meat against her tongue and traced the tip around her full, sensual lips! She would submit probably but would that be the best thing this night? He thought not. He repeated his answer. "Yes show me!" and ran his fingers through her long crimson hair. "I do wish you would at least let me taste your pet! Her ass looks... like it could use a mans touch! I'm sure taking her virginity would be a prize many would kill for!" He said looking over at the slave. "You do treat them better then I treat mine. Or any of the masters treat theirs! Most of mine expire within a year with Camden, myself and the others in my house." He said letting his mind wander to images of him destroying the young maiden. Then he re focused on the true gift he was given this night. "I fucking want it all Aradia! Do not hold back on me!" He commanded as he caressed the skin down her spine, it was silky smooth unlike his which resembled a 3 dimensional road map.

Maybe just maybe this would work out. She was after all Smart, he had to conceive that she was beautiful beyond compare, Camden was beautiful but in a slutty come fuck me way! Which he loved but Aradia had classic beauty. Camden would love to be her play thing too, all the three ways and in private he would still be in charge! This last part he knew was but a fantasy, no matter how she may word it. Once Queen she would be in charge. But perhaps that wouldn't be a bad thing. Perhaps with her in charge there might be peace amongst the Vampire Clans. Many of the fights he Bryant had started. Five hundred years was a long time to fight. Krahn wanted peace in his kingdom after all he had said so many times. He gave his head a shake he was over thinking it. He pulled Aradia up so they were face to face. Taking her large milky breasts into his strong hands he lent down and sucked on her hard nipples. Giving each equal attention then he took her face in his hands and kissed her, slowly and lovingly. He now wanted her more then ever but held back the urge to power fuck her into the next day.


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A tall, thin, young man was at Bryant's door exactly when he was told to be there. He could hear Camden and the two young slaves enjoying themselves inside the cold room. James was a long time supporter of Booth, no one even really knew he lived as he was kept in secret was used when crimes needed to be blamed on another. He opened the door and saw the women naked on the bed, one slave on her back with Camden on top of her, kissing her. The others face buried between Camden's legs. Camden looked at the man and acted quickly but not quickly enough. James was on her in an instant. She was about to scream but James strength was to much for her. Her tongue was ripped from her mouth in one violent motion. The two women sat frozen in terror, choosing to bury their faces in the sheets of the bed.

"My mistress Aradia has sent me to give your master a message!" He said in a whisper. Over the next couple of minutes Camden was beaten horrifically. Then when she looked like she could take no more James pushed his hand through her beautiful chest. "Aradia will be Queen!" he said to the now limp body of Lord Bryant's most trusted adviser and lover, one and only friend. He threw her to the ground like a sack of meat. "Make sure her lord gets the message." And he walked out. Returning to his own master Booth.

"Enter my son. Well did you give her the message? She will pass it on to Lord Bryant?" Booth asked sitting in a deep red, high backed chair situated the the right of a roaring fire. He was flanked by two maidens that were bruised and beaten. Booth was well known for his mistreatment of his charges, and as a vampire who refused to take a side till he knew who would win. This fence sitting served him well but made him a man you couldn't rely on. This was why his plan was so clever. By hitting Bryant, the most violent of all the lords where it would hurt him most he would surely blame and kill Aradia and thus eliminating himself from contention of the throne as killing another Vampire lord in this holy castle was an unforgivable sin. Here no harm could befall you from another's hand. With Aradia dead then he would be up against Emmerson and Clark, those two would be easy to take out once the two most powerful clans were gone.

"He will get the message I am sure of it my lord!" James said bowing low. "He will tear Aradia apart after he sees his precious Camden dead upon the ground!"

At these words Booth stood up and looked terrified. "You killed her? You were to hurt her and beat her, see that harm came to her! NOT KILL HER!" Booth began to pace. " With no one there to tell him who did this terrible act!!! If he figures out that it wasn't Aradia who's to blame, he'll tear this castle apart looking for the guilty person. James you have done a terrible thing!" Booth looked at his maidens. "Go take her body from their chamber, hide her near some of Aradia's people. And see you are not discovered, if Aradia finds out!!!!" Booth's plan had not gone the way it should have. With Camden alive and just fucked up badly, she would tell him that it was Aradia's man and her order, Bryant would loose that famous temper and take out Aradia before the truth could be found. But now with her dead, he will want to know who's guilty and not hearing the words from Camden he would think everyone guilty and stop at nothing to find out the truth. He would now have to be very careful from here on out!

KC


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Aradia smiled at his anwer. He would be hers so very soon. As her mind reached out to his, she was assaulted by a torrent of wildfire. His temper was legendary, however it seemed that his was a soul who had never truly known peace or anything but raw lust sexually. Aradia's blood heated as she was reading his emotions, feeling herself affected by them.

Through practiced willpower she pushed the foreign feelings away. At least she had to keep her cool head through this.
Aradia gently pulled Bryant towards her onto the bed, coming to stradle him.

"The first thing you need to learn to enjoy my gifts is the art of receiving, Mylord".
Her hands gently raised his above his head on the bed. "Allow me to pleasure you", she enticed huskily.

Her silky hands seemed to multiply as every inch of his muscular body felt her touch. Aliveness flooded wherever her hands travelled, bringing a myriad of sensations which assaulted his senses. Her impossibly soft lips left trails of fire along his skin, only soothed by the slight flicker of her tongue which followed.

Aradia's moves were graceful as she flowed along his body, her soft form gliding against his as she caressed his body with hers. When their eyes met, he could see the deep pools of desire that had formed in hers, threatening to draw him in. Her soft moans of pleasure flowed around his skin, delighting in their own way, complementing the work of her hands, body and mouth. Her movements were agonisingly slow, making him savour every single touch like one would with the rarest of wines, whether he wanted to or not.

Her tongue was gently flicking against his ear as she whispered: "You can remove your arms from where I have placed them at any time. They are unbound. But know that if you move them, I will stopwhat I am doing. As long as your hands stay where they are now, I will continue to give you more pleasure than you've ever thought possible."

Her hands continued to caress his body, finding spots of exquisite sensitivity Bryant had never even known existed. She was undeniably skilled, knowing how to manipulate his body's responses to keep him at the edge between pleasure and frustration, his need for her and for his own release steadily growing.

"Patience mylord", she whispered as she brought him close to the edge again with her skilled mouth, her tongue caressing his throbbing manhood, teasing and suckling the sensitive tip whilst her hands were caressing his balls. "Doesn't your entire body feel alive with desire, unlike anything you've felt before? Trust me and your eventual release will be beyond comprehension in its intensity."

Aradia continued her caress and assault on his manhood and his sanity.
Her special power allowed her to read him closely, able to manage to degree of his arousal through calibrating the intensity and speed of her movements. His moans filled the air, becoming more and more desperate.

"Would you like for me to ride you, Mylord? Feel my silky softness surround and massage your member until you know what heaven feels like", she asked, her voice a dark caress.

Aradia stradled him.Whilst holding his gaze, she lowered herself onto him with agonising slowness. Her wet sheath squeezed and surrounded him, evoking the most exquisite sensations. Aradia's power allowed her to control her partners orgasm, being able to build up delight far past their normal breaking point, only allowing them release when she decided. Her beautiful hips began to move, stroking him to higher and higher levels of ecstasy. HEr hands were resting on his chest, her magnificently lush orbs on full display as she gave herself to him. The pleasure on her own face was undeniable as she took everything he had to give.

His impressive size filled her so beautifully, that a woman with lesser self-control would have lost herself long ago. Aradia's arousal was building and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer. Her lubrication, whether from her mouth or her pussy acted as a strong stimulant, enhancing sensitivity adn highening arousal. Fucking her was truly the most amazing experience any mortal or immortal could enjoy.

"Fuck me now, Bryant. Please fuck me now. I want you to own me", she whispered, encouraging him to take control of their fuck.

Booths two maidens moved with purpose, they collected the grotesque form of the once beautiful Camden and in a minute were moving her into a chest owned by a low level soldier who was Aradia's. They then returned to their master.





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Bryant was a place he had never been before. The Edge. He had taken so many women and done so many things but never had a woman brought him to the edge and not let him cum. His blood was boiling with want and desire for Aradia, she had him right where she wanted him and he was now loving it as much as he hated it. The conflict was almost as desirable as the act itself.

He so wanted to take her but heeded her warning, though it was killing him he never moved his hands, he just looked on as she did her thing. Simple touches were bringing him to such pre-climax heights. He moaned and shivered to her will. When she let him enter her, Aradia's body was moving slowly, she enjoyed the power she had over him. She was tight, unlike the slutty women he was used to. Aradia felt like a virgin should she was a glove on him. He fought to keep his heart rate down, he fought to keep from bucking into her as he so wanted to do. Curling his toes and biting his lip anything to keep him from losing it.

Then she said it. "Fuck me now, Bryant. Please fuck me now. I want you to own me" Her silky whispers were like a gunshot starting a race, he was freed! In one swift motion his hands were cupping her firm ass, pulling her slightly off of her to allow him to take control of the speed and power of the thrusts. Like a jack hammer he fucked her. his balls slapping her ass as he fucked her. His long middle finger pushed against her asshole. He looked up at her trying to gauge her pleasure levels. He had never cared before, not really ever cared if they were pleasured too. With Aradia he was torn between doing what he wanted whether she liked it or not, or taking what he wanted while getting her off too. She was a woman who responded to power, He was sure that Aradia had never bedded a weak person, either body or mind. Giving her ass a hard slap to let her know that she was to get off him. Bryant put her on her side and straddled her left leg, lifting her right high into the air. He reentered her roughly. And with all his might he thrust his cock into her over and over.

He grabbed her long red hair. "Smart little Aradia wants to be owned does she?" He grunted, though able to litterally fuck a woman to death he had met his match with Aradia. Not sure where to go he went where he always did.

He pulled out and positioned himself so she could take him in her mouth. "Suck it!" He commanded offering up his wet meat. "Taste your desire dripping off it!" Aradia was even more beautiful now that she was willing to let go of the power, even if it were only a show. Bryant gritted his teeth his fangs cutting into his lip, the hot blood running down his chin and dripping onto his heaving chest. Not waiting for her to comply he thrust his cock into her open mouth.

KC

So Bryant did have some self-control,did he? A man as powerful as him had likely never been denied anything in his life. As she well knew, the unfamiliar always held a special appeal. He was use dto take and dominate and she had given him free reign mainly to see what he would do.

His passion had almost overwhelmed her. Many of Aradia's gifts came from her highly empathic abilities. Vampire empaths were very rare. There was a reason she dominated through pleasure and stayed away from violence. Since she was able to feel much of the feelings around her, she preferred to keep them pleasant. Bryant however was a torrent of fire, finally unleashed. He thrust into her, using his whole strength, making even her scream out. The way he held her, controlling and taking her body, was frankly exhillirating. Since Aradia was also used to being in control, this rough posession was refreshing and his raw emotions were washing through her body and mind, threatening her usually perfect self-control.

He truly fucked her. There was no apology, no consideration, no holding back. HE was a beast unleashed and she was his prey. Years as a high class prostitute had given her enviable sexual stamina, able to match Bryants insatiable lust stroke for stroke. Her hips ground against him, taking his manhood as deep as he would go. HEr moans accompanied each stroke of his wonderful battering ram. The raw power of him tasted so good. He was everything she was not. Where she was cautious, he was bold. Where she was subtle, he was obvious. Where she was soft, he was hard and where she was sensuous and deliberate he was lusty and impatient.

This was the night where she did not yet owe him anything. To submit to him now, no matter how delicious would be counterintuitive. This was the space to train him to please her. Once he had understood how intoxicating her pleasure was, he might be pursuaded to do so again.

As he tried to push his cock into her mouth, she moved her face, grabbing his member with her hand, stroking him vigorously.

"Tonight we are equals Lord Bryant. You will know my powers. Know, that without my wish you will find no release no matter how you claim my body or what you do to your own. I can make your desire crush you, building it higher and higher until you can only whimper for release", her amber eyes met his with a golden fire. To prove her point, aradia was sending currents of pleasure through his body, so much pleasure, too much pleasure without release.

"Your orgasm will not come before mine today. So I suggest, you find some skill in pleasuring me or your evening will be less fulfilling than you hoped".

She had denied him, no one had ever denied him when it came to sex! He became for one instant enraged at her refusal to orally please him, then she spoke, she touched him made him see what would be in store should he force her into a corner. She then uttered a threat to him this was not something new. He was threatened on almost a daily bases, but everyone of them died! And painfully. Rethinking his situation Bryant pulled his still rock hard cock out of her face.

"I will be happy to find a way to pleasure you!" He said in a threatening tone. He moved between her legs and kissed gently around her pussy. Letting his tongue trace circles around the folds of her lips. Pushing her beautiful legs up to her chest so he could get a good angle on her behind also. She tasted like a woman should, he lapped at her pussy and then moved to her ass. As he rimmed her his fingers manipulated her clit. Humming as he licked her most private of parts he tried to think the last time he even went down on a woman. Camden he was sure but it had been awhile.

Bryant moved back up to her clit and with his hot breath he took it inbetween his lips and held it there while his strong tongue flicked it quickly. He looked to see if this was doing anything for her, he had never been in this situation before and as odd as it felt it also made him feel desired in a way he had not been in hundreds of years. Women who just submit and never push for their own wants and desires were good but a woman who will not be bullied or forced this was something very erotic and foreign to him.

KC

Aradia had half suspected for Bryant to fly into one of his rages and snap her neck. His eyes had blazed at her audacity to refuse him.

"I will be happy to find a way to pleasure you", he had hissed, turning out to be a more practical and reasonable man than she had assumed.

Aradia had expected his attentions to be clumsy. After all, so far he had proved himself to be a selfish and vulgar lover. When his lips kissed her pussy almost gently, a shudder of delight flooded her. As his tongue found her clit, her eyes widened, as a long moan escaped her bloodstained lips. Not unskilled..., not unskilled at all, when he put his mind to it.

HEr breath was coming harder and faster as he pleasured her. There was no tease in his attentions, he seemed to be a man who was all in for whatever he did and right now, that considerable determination was directed at her and her pleasure.

"Oh god", Aradia breathed, her body shuddering. When he had licked her most private part without shame or hesitation, her arousal had spiked. She could feel his lust, his own enjoyment at her reactions. Time to reward such dedication.

As he suckled her clit, she sent waves of exquisite pleasure towards him with each stroke of his tongue and with every moan he managed to elicit from her mouth.
He was ravishing her, eating her like her orgasm was the most important thing on the planet. Aradia's eyes rolled back as her moans turned to almost screams. Her hands clamped onto his head, holding him in place where his efforts were getting her so close to the brink.

"Bryant,... Ah,... Bryant, yes, oh my god, yes", she moaned, his name a prayer on her lips. He neither slowed nor faltered as he kept up that fateful rhythm, which was going to make her lose control. Not many could claim the same honor.

"Your finger, your finger, please, Bryant", Aradia begged, needing to be filled. With waves and waves of torterous pleasure washing through him, Aradia assumed he was in a slightly hypnotic state. His fingers obliged and massaged her g spot whilst his lips and tongue continued his assault on her insatiable clit.

Aradia's sounds were growing louder, more urgent and more pleading as she reached for the brink. So close, so very close now. And then he pushed her. Pushed her right over the edge, making her control vanish, as the unbridled wave of her orgasm washed with full intensity through his body, threatening to take him with her, simply from having given her pleasure.

Her hips were bucking, her sheath was squeezing and milking his finger furiously as she came. It was a sight to behold. Her body continued to spasm for minutes, his now slowed down tongue simply letting her enjoy every last drop of that powerful orgasm. When she had cum, Aradia had surrendered herself more fully than she ever remembered doing before.

His reward was waiting for him between her legs, his manhood eager to claim it.

Bryant felt like a virgin about to have sex for the first time. Her ability to almost will him to do what she wanted him to do was an experience he was not used to.

After she came Bryant kept licking for some time, enjoying the fruits of his labors if you will. Then he straightened up and looked at her, glowing, heaving, beautiful. "You are different from any other Vampire my dear!" He said and licked his fingers to get another taste of her pleasure. Knowing she was now giving in to him made him feel strong again. His cock still rock hard, her body still wanting more, Bryant pulled her by her thighs till his member was pointing right at his prize. He teased the slit with his head, not pushing all the way in, he did this till she gave a small moan then he drove it all the way to his balls. Her muscle control was amazing she squeezed him as he fucked her.

"You are so beautiful, an amazing lover, and a gifted woman beyond compare." He thrust into her upon every word he spoke. He knew it was a weak attempt at putting her in a position to need him. Though the complements were all true. with his own desires for her over taking his control which was pretty much all used up. He pulled her long legs up over his shoulders and began fucking he with abandon, his pumps coming hard and fast, his balls slapping against her asshole. He stopped talking and just looking deep into her eyes, though his mind should she be able to look into it, which he was sure she could would betray his true desire of he Bryant taking her rough, anally, and getting off on the pain he was inflicting. This came more from hundreds of years with Masochists who would only get off if he brought them to new heights of pain.

As the orgasm built he put a hand on her throat and gave it an almost loving squeeze, harder he fucked her and harder he squeezed. Then with another few, violent pumps he came, he slowed but did not stop fucking her, he let go of her throat and lent down and kissed her. Soon he came a second time, slowing again but not stopping he soon came a third time.
He pulled out and stood up looking down at his new queen of sworn enemy the choice would be made soon.

KC

Aradia was still delighting in the afterglow of her powerful orgasm, when Bryant grabbed her legs to pull her towards the foot of the bed. He didnt waste any time to claim his prize, but that was just fine with her.

When he rubbed his hardness against her sopping wet pussy, Aradia couldnt stifle a moan. Yes, she was already sated, but there was always room for more...
When he pushed into her, with one powerful stroke sinking himself to the hilt, Aradia whimpered with need. His fiery lust had ignited hers and his unbridled wildness was driving her into an insatiable sex frenzy.

Each powerful thrust made her moan, her hips meeting his, taking everything he had to give her with delight.

She received a flash image of him fucking her ass violently, hurting her, but Aradia was sure she could teach him about the delights and power of pleasures shared. So far, he d proven to be an excellent student. Aradia was sure to squeeze his manhood with every stroke, increasing his pleasure beyond what was humanly possible, her power allowing him to feel these hights of Ecstasy without needing to cum. Well, he needed to cum, but his body, thanks to her powers wouldnt yet let him.

His groans and moans raised her excitement. When his hand closed on her throat, Aradia couldnt help her mounting arousal at this gesture of dominance. With all her mental powers, compared to the strength of his form, she was a mere girl, helplessly at his mercy. Aradia loved it as her lusty screams testified.

When Bryant was beyond breaking point, Aradia let his body release in an unbelievable burst of sensation, his orgasm so strong that it rippled through his entire body, leavig Bryant breathless. She kept his cock hard with the powers of her mind and of her squeezing pussy walls and he kept ravishing her like a man posessed. His desire was an infinite torrent of fire, burning through Aradia's sensitive body. He kissed her, almost tenderly, letting his need for her show. She met his kiss, making it even sweeter through her surrender, drawing him deeper into her.

His stamina was legendary as he continued to piston into her, finding a second orgasm soon after. Still his hunger for her was not yet met as he continued to ravish her. Aradia had met her match. He was fucking her to her capacity, leaving her as fully satified as she had not remembered being in a long time. Aradia joined him in his third and final orgasm, her moans of delight joining his hoarse groans. With his final thrust into her, he moaned loudy as he shot his seed into her, Aradia's sex convulsing around him, milking him for every last drop of his essence.

Exhausted and sated, Bryant fell onto the bed next to Aradia. Her body felt deliciously well used. She would not mind inviting him into her bed again.
Fully satisfied and at peace, the two vampire leaders fell asleep in each others arms.
During the night, Bryant's arm draped protectively and posessively around Aradia's sleeping form.

As he slept Bryants mind kept drifting to Camden being tortured, mutilated and ultimately killed. The visions were so real, she was trying to scream but couldn't her eyes were filled with terror, looking for her master. Where was he while she was being killed.

Waking in a pool of sweat Bryant got out of the bed and got dressed. Looking at Aradia's gorgeous body laying in peace he paused only for a second before leaving.

The smell of death was in the air, this in it's self wasn't to odd but the smell was familiar to him. Breaking into a run he stormed into his chamber. For a man who truly had no fear he was now afraid of what he would find! There in the middle of the dimly lit room was pool of blood, he knew from the scent who it belonged too. He walked over and knelt by the mess. Looking around he saw three sets of booted foot prints and two sets of bare. The two slaves had been there he thought. They knew what went down. But what about the others. He got up and smashed the furniture to kindling. Storming back out he wasted no time in collecting the two slaves. They were still terrified and covered in Camden's blood, he could smell it on them. "WHO?" He screamed at the first one when she refused to talk he snapped her neck. "WHO? ANSWER ME DAMN YOU!" he grabbed the other one and dragged her from her cellar chamber where she slept with twenty other cattle like slaves.

"It was... it was Madam Aradia's men!" The young woman cried out. With his blood boiling Bryant dragged the young maiden screaming from the cellar. "PLEASE! Master I told you please let me go!" She cried. Bryant was seething, he didn't care if he lived or died but he was going to avenge his companion. Come hell or high water who ever was to blame was going to die!

It was a whirlwind after that. Storming into her chamber, with the fires of hell burning through him, Aradia cried out for him to stay away, Bryant was to far gone though and she was going to pay, he grabbed her throat and picked her off the ground. He was going to kill her.

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Aradia awoke in her own bed, alone. How inconsiderate of him not to stay around in case she wanted him again, which indeed she was. The feeling of his rough hands on her body, his huge cock in her pussy, the feel of his wildfire soul was still lingering. It was as though last night's events had left behind an echo in her cells, fondly remembering her spirited lover.

He was a strange man, so much instinct, lust and passion in one immortal soul. Her mind searched for his, wondering what he was up to and how he was feeling about her proposal. Aradia' s mind recoiled like her hand would have when burnt when she found him. He was in pain. So much pain and fury. He seemed to be coming this way. Please dont come to me like this, she thought in despair. This was one of the shortcomings of being an empath, other people's pain effected you and with this much pain, she wasn't sure how she was going to cope.

Her door crashed open, as Bryants foot connected with it forcefully, his eyes red with rage, waves of unbearable pain radiating out from his core. Aradia thought she was going to be sick. His emotions hit her in the stomach like a punch and he was coming closer.

"Please no closer. Please don't come any closer", Aradia pleaded, her control overwhelmed by the intensity. Her body was shaking violently and sweat was bulding on her brow. Damn him for bringing this to her so carefully controlled and emotionally balanced world.

When his hand grabbed her throat, squeezing it violently as he lifted her against the wall, she almost fainted from the pain of his suffering.

Her mind desperately reached out for his. She saw the image of Cameron, devoured in his dreams and the blood he'd seen of this woman he loved.

"You are killing me", she whispered, her form slackening. "Does this crime you accouse me of really have my signature", she asked before passing out. At least that made the pain stop, the merciless pain that had grabbed Bryants insides and with it, Aradia's soul.

When she passed out, he had every thought to kill her then an there, but something she said made him think and stop. He let her go none to gently onto the bed. He paced and thought. He needed to calm down, Camden would not want the wrong person killed. She was a Vampire but she did cherish like too. An innocent woman dying, he being banished, stripped of all title and power! This was a price he was willing to pay if in fact Aradia had ordered the killing.

Aradia was to smart for that though, she would never have sent a killer and have the killer announce who ordered it! Nor would she risk him finding out! And Camden, she thought the world of Aradia, and she would gain nothing from making an enemy of Bryant. Calming down a lot he sat and looked at the harm he had done and had an overwhelming sense of remorse and guilt. It was a sobering reminder of how he didn't think before he acted.

He decided to wait till she woke.

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When Aradia surfaced again to consciousness, the torrent of emotions that was Bryant assaulted her weakened body. There was still pain, unbearable pain, but there was also an ocean of loss and sadness, together with a touch of guilt and regret.

She opened her eyes and there he sat on her bed, face in his hands, oblivious to her presence. With great silence, Aradia got up and walked towards him. She sat down by him, feeling his body stiffen at her approach. An infinitely soft hand reached out to him, touching his strong, muscular arms. Her body was writhing in the pain of his emotions, but Aradia kept the torrent at bay through sheer force of will.

He had lost Camden. He had clearly cared for her, cared deeply, maybe even loved her in his own way. Aradia felt his loss, his despair, and she couldn't help but reach out to him with tenderness. Her hand, was gently stroking his shoulder and then, after a while, she put her hands to cup his face and turned him oh so gently to look at her. Tears of blood were running down his face and Aradia's heart tore open. Slowly, her face came towards his, as her tongue stretched out to lick his tear before kissing his face as though it was made of the most fragile material. Her soft lips found his and she kissed him with such agonising sweetness that it was hardfor him not to respond.

Aradia stradled him, her full skirts parting around his legs. Her hand reached for his fly and after a few moments, his member sprang forth, even if as yet flaccid. Aradia's gentlest, most loving touch stroked him leisurely to hardness. Slowly she lowered herself on his manhood, embracing him into her hot, wet pussy, both of them still fully clothed. Her arms surrounded him, pressing him to her chest, as she gently rocked herself on him. This was different, so different from their previous encounter. There was no power play here, no manipulation from aradia. Instead what she did would most closely have resembled making love.

She needed to soothe him somehow, both for his and her own sake. She let the sweetness build in their coupling, meeting his lips with her kiss, her arms holding him with a fierceness as though she would never let him go.

"Oh Bryant", she whispered. "Oh, sweet Bryant", as she slowly rode him, knowing that he could at any time either join her sweet embrace or turn the tables on her to fury fuck himself to feeling better. Whatever he needed, she was here to provide.

When she stirred and came to his side he was expecting her to tear into him and strike him for his assault She saw his pain though. Felt it knew it was real, that the famous Bryant and his bull shit no fear and not caring for anyone reputation was did not carry over to Camden. He was even weeping slightly. The traces of blood marking his face. In one evening it felt like he had lost it all. His title. he confidant. Now a woman who had every right if she was truly innocent of the crime to be angry with him, seemed to be the only one now who cared about him.

He was about to speak but she just took over. Kissing his tears and with expert and practiced hands soon he was inside her. She rode slowly up and down. It was love it seemed, she had no reason to care about what happened to him. She gained nothing from this other then she fell for him in some twisted way. Vampires shouldn't show love, when they do it is often a deeper caring then any mortal could show.

Bryant gripped her firm ass as she rode and gave it a squeeze. He kissed her deeply. This was helping for one reason or another, not to forget but to show that she may have been on the level with him. That this crime was going to solidify their union in some way. Bryant grabbed each of her large breasts and licked and nipped at them hungrily. Sucking her sensitive nipples into his mouth.

There was so much to discuss with her. The slave who still didn't know if she was going to live or die wept silently in the corner. She was going to set things straight or she was going to die. But he was oblivious to her, to everything. Only Aradia and making passionate love to her. This was probably the beginning of a powerful alliance. And he was now on board.

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