Freed (Vampire King Book 3) (2 page)

“No…”
I tried to say more, but my throat stung.

“I
released your Phinova Dominas.” He turned around with me in his arms and guided
my view to a long trail of women behind us. Lots of them stumbled forward with
their heads down, hair ruffled, ripped robes, and dirt-smudged skin. Royal
Guards walked among the women. Some let the dominas lean on their shoulders to
travel. Other guards carried the younger dominas in their arms.

“I
gave most of the guards a choice,” Samuel said. “Die or join with me. Most
decided to live.”

“B-but—”

“It’s
only been a few hours since you’ve been…gone, but now you’re back.” Samuel
hurried his pace and looked forward. “I killed the enemies. I clawed through
their flesh and spilled their slimy contents inside. No one else will hurt you
like that again. No one!”

I
swallowed in fear as his skin rippled under me.

“For
now I need to get you somewhere safe and far away from danger. And then I plan
to kill the Quiet King.”

I
parted my lips, trying to say something to change his thinking. He couldn’t go
after the Quiet King, especially not by himself.

Whatever happened to Ian? He
promised me he’d watch over Samuel. He promised. Did he help the Queen or is he
dead?

“Relax.
You’ll be safe soon.” Samuel rushed off with me, quicker than the average pace
of a man or vampire, faster than a wild tiger or well-bred horse.

Wind
dashed by. The clopping noise increased with his speed. The moonlit road raced
under us. Pebbles and dirt kicked up under his hooves. I bounced in his hard
arms. He tightened his grip. My right eye fluttered, but still I battled to
keep it open, if only to see him for a few more seconds and know I was secure
in his arms. He said he was a monster. I disagreed. He was my king, and nothing
less or more.

And he has to remain safe.

I
rocked in his arms and managed to screech out, “K-k…
ing
.”

He
sighed and glanced down at me. “What are you saying, my love? I can’t hear your
thoughts any more. I don’t know what you’re thinking or if it’s you and not
something else moving inside that delicate skin.”

It’s me.

My
eyes closed as exhaustion lured me into the dance of sleep.

“Are
you truly back to me?” Samuel asked.

“Yes,”
I whispered in a hoarse voice.

Chapter One

~
Ian

What is better than a nude maiden
widening her legs for me to fill her?
Two
nude maidens widening their legs!

I
hadn’t been lucky enough to get two women yet, so I lured only one domina into
the back. I was in the fake queen’s room, Samuel’s mother, or Queen Regina to
those who cared. Oil paintings of the deranged woman decorated the walls.
However, even her face couldn’t prevent my disrespect of my brother’s kingdom.

The blasted Quiet King.

I’d
vowed to myself to violate all of the dominas on this side of the castle just
to piss him off. If I was here tomorrow night, I’d penetrate the rest. By the
time my brother Nai returned, he’d smell me all over them.
What other way would I pass the time? I should piss on his statue
before Samuel, Brie, and I leave.
A loud laugh escaped my lips.

“What’s
so funny?” The domina’s face reddened as she lay down on the bed and untied the
belt on her robe. She wore no bra or panties under it. “Am I funny to you?”

“No.”
I slipped off the black leather costume top and threw it on the floor. “This
room is so dreadful it is funny.”

Her
mouth dropped open. “Do not let the queen hear you.”

Queen? I know queens and she is not
one.

The
room was themed for the gold queen. A mockery of blinding counterfeit gold
plastered against all the walls. I’d put out most of the candles to stop the
walls’ reflection of light blinding my eyes. Her gold-painted mascot the snake
was carved in the metal walls, the steel posts of the beds, and even within the
iron door of the room. Cheap perfume drowned the small place—a blend of chemicals,
dead flowers, and oil probably found in the shadows of the bottom, where the
lowest peddlers traded filth and garbage. I imagined Queen Regina in that area,
holding up her expensive gown with her hands as she slithered around with
thieves and murders, plotting and buying scents worthy enough for a whore.

I
didn’t trust Queen Regina and knew I should be next to her now, instead of in
her bedroom, but Ty and Victoria promised to stay near her for a few minutes.
They’d been her spies, but in the end their hearts belonged to Samuel.
I hoped they did.
Year after year, I’d
done my own spying in the sewers. Ty and Victoria whispered about Samuel
constantly, worrying and praying that he would someday be the king he was meant
to be.

They wanted Samuel to be king, but
never considered how Samuel would destroy my brother. I’m not even sure Samuel
and I together can beat him.

“Is
something troubling you?” The domina frowned.

I
forced a smile. “Of course not. You’re so captivating. I’m trying my best to
concentrate on not spilling my seed right now from just the sight of you
alone.”

She
giggled. “You lie. Do all of you performers lie?”

We’d
all snuck into the castle as performers in leather costumes, hats, and masks. Ty
and Victoria provided the costumes. The royal guard almost didn’t let us into
the castle. Brie had ended up singing a song with such a beautiful voice that
I’d gotten erections. The guard let us in with no problem and all believed us
to be performers, except for Queen Regina and her trusted helpers.

Queen? She’s no queen.

Outside
the bedroom, my brother’s dominas laughed and danced as a fiddler played an
upbeat tune that made me want to scratch out my eardrums and go deaf to the
sound. Since I’d snuck in with the domina, the music outside had grown louder.
I could barely concentrate.

“Are
you okay?” The domina opened her robe wider. “You look like you’re scowling.”

“This
is how I look when I’m excited.” I forced a grin and concentrated on how lovely
it would be to pierce her with my fangs and cocks.

“Come
to me, please.” She stretched out her legs. I climbed onto the bed, careful not
to press down on her small frame. Gold silk covered the pillows and sheets.

“Do
you like my hair? It was all I could find.”

“I
do.” I’d asked the domina to wear a red wig, and she’d humbly obliged, ran off
for a few minutes, and returned to me with a ball of hair that was close enough
to the shade I’d desired. I ran my fingers through the wig and spread those
scarlet strands out until they fanned across the pillows under her head.
If only this was real and she was truly my
love.
I leaned down to taste her. She squirmed on the bed with rosy pink
nipples on top of huge vanilla mounds that jiggled as she moaned. Those luscious
points pebbled under the lapping of my tongue and tasted so sweet, like
powdered sugar.

“Your
tongue is made of magic,” she whimpered.

“If
only that was true.” I rose, unzipped my pants, and pulled my two cocks out. They
spilled forward like thick, long snakes ready to explore and pleasure. “What is
your name?”

“Shana.”
She gasped. Her gaze shifted to them. “You have two?”

“Yes.”

“W-why?”

“I
guess Ambi blessed me.” I landed a peck on her lips. “Are you scared of them?”

She
bit her lip and shook her head no.

“Are
you sure? Would you like me to put one away?” I quirked my eyebrows and held in
a chuckle. “I could hide one, but I fear the other would become jealous and
sad. You don’t want either one of my cocks to cry now, do you?”

“Cry?
You’re so funny.” She giggled. “Cocks don’t cry.”

“How
do you know they don’t?” I kissed the tip of her nose. “Until tonight I was the
first vampire you saw with two erections.”

“Don’t
pick on me.” She pouted, but I knew it was a flirtatious one full of curiosity
and playful wonder. “If they can cry, then I don’t want that.”

“I
don’t want that either, sweet one. And I promise you that I’ll take it slow and
one at a time.” I sucked on her bottom lip. “But I only have one request.”

“Yes?”

“Tonight,
let’s pretend you are someone else.”

“Pretend?”

“Yes,
little domina.” The tips of my cocks ached to be inside her. I lifted my body up
and fisted both of them. Each lay in one hand. The contact of my fingers
tightening around my lengths made me shiver.

“And
who will I be?”

“A
great queen, one with magic and power.” I leaned down and guided my tongue
along her flat stomach. My fangs erupted from my gums. I dragged the sharp
points around her belly button. “Your name will be Phinova tonight.”

“Who
is that?”

“Someone
I knew.”

The
domina’s playful smile shifted to a frown for a second. “Do you love this
Phinova?”

“I
did, but now she’s gone.”

She
sighed in relief and I wondered why. Surly, she didn’t think this moment would result
in anything more than ecstasy. A cage of ice and stone locks imprisoned my
heart. Only two women had the keys to unlock it and the sledgehammers to break
the stone away. Unfortunately, one was dead and the other taken by a selfish
vampire prince who didn’t want to share.

“I’ll
be this magical queen for you tonight.”

“And
I’ll take my time each moment making sure you come hard and stronger than any
other time you’ve come before.”

Fake
Phinova gasped as I lay the heads of my cocks on her thighs.

“Are
you sure you’re not scared, little domina?” I slipped my fingers up the shafts.

“No.
I want to feel them inside of me.” Her voice could be a song. It was so smooth
and harmonious. “Please fuck me.”

“And
what is your name?”

“Phinova.”

I
grunted. That word was all I needed to spark my erections. Blood rushed through
my cocks with a fury, hot, and inciting a lust that seared my skin. This domina
was too easy. Most needed more coaxing. Others had seen my cocks and fled the
room in tears.

But not this one. She must be
adventurous or another spy for the queen, one that listened to secrets and
lured them out with her pussy. She’ll get no news from me, only two hard
strokes, pounding into her with no mercy.

“Do
you crave to have them both inside you at the same time?” I licked my lips.

My
cocks twitched at the thought of being soaked with her. I shifted my view to
her buttocks—a soft mass of pale flesh enclosed over two curvaceous bulbs and
in the middle of them, a blossoming hole tinted in pink. The folds above the
hole moistened. I touched her secret lips with my finger, slid it through them,
and discovered her warm and wet opening, beckoning me to push my finger in
more, but I didn’t. She shrieked as I pulled back, gathering her wetness and guiding
it down to drench her ass.

“Maybe.
I-I don’t know if I can handle both.” She raised her ass to my finger.

“Trust
me then. Maybe I can somehow convince you later.” I pressed my fingertips at
the opening of her ass, making sure to be gentle and not push too hard. “Maybe
I’ll even have you beg for them both.”

I
flashed a wicked grin, yanked off my pants, and moved down closer to those
spread-apart thighs. The bed creaked under us. A scream sounded within the
fiddler’s song outside the bedroom. I froze. The music continued.

“What’s
wrong?” she asked.

“I
thought I heard something.”

“It’s
only the entertainment outside.” She tweaked my nipples with her long nails.
“Do you yearn for music or me?”

“Only
you, Phinova.” I moved her nails away from my chest, never one for having my
chest groped like a woman.

“I
like that name.”

More
screams sounded off in the distance, but the music continued to play and people
clapped and laughed.

Am I imagining this or maybe it’s
my conscious telling me to go back to my duty? No. I can’t be around that fake Queen
for more than a few seconds.

Lounging
with Samuel’s mother triggered me to dark, murderous thoughts.
Every time she talked, the urge to kill
her pounded in my chest. I’d fled her sitting room after an hour of dealing
with her. Higher up in the castle, I assumed that Samuel and Brie rested in
their own bedroom.
If they even slept? I
know what I would be doing if I had Brie to myself.
I rubbed the tips of my
cocks against fake Phinova’s moist cunt. No hair lay on her folds, just soft vanilla
flesh that swelled from my touch. A tiny bit of pre-cum spilled out and I
traced the pink liquid along her opening.