Love Bites (REPOST)

Chapter 25 ~ In the Queen's Lair

Despite Vashti's demand that he kill the witch, Victor headed back for the catacombs. His Queen had been quite distressed, and the vampire knew that when Vashti was distressed, she often used sex to relieve her frustration. It could be the Queen was in need of comfort, and after her initial displeasure on his return, might let him take her.

The night sky was lightening, and Victor transformed into a bat mid-lope in order to beat the sunrise. He swooped into the crevice just as the first rays broke from beneath the horizon. He reverted back to wolf form and trotted toward the Queen's throne room. As he came to the entrance, he stopped in the shadows. He wanted to judge her mood before showing himself.

By the way the minions were cringing and hugging the shadows of the catacomb walls, Vashti had been furious when she returned, and abused them. The minions were like faithful dogs. They could be beaten and mistreated and still come back to lie at their master's feet, eyes full of love. They stared at Vashti as they cowered. The vampiress was walking back and forth in front of her throne, thinking hard.

She wanted Severus badly. He reminded her in appearance and deeds of her old king, who was slain by a slayer many centuries ago. He had been a brutal, savage vampire and equally dominating lover, almost the spitting image of Severus. When Vashti saw the wizard's bloodthirstiness in slaughtering the minions, she believed she was looking upon the reincarnation of Questor. She missed him greatly. Severus could be her new Questor.

But the mortal woman had sunk into his psyche. Vashti roared in frustration as she felt his pleasure when he took the mortal. She had been a virgin, and he had tasted that new blood. Even though Severus was not a complete vampire, he had to have felt a connection as he swallowed down her blood still imbued with her life force.

Vashti was desperate. So desperate in fact that she was about to take a great risk. A very great risk, that would probably have a very deep cost. Yet she wanted the wizard. His acquisition was worth the wrath of the old gods.

Victor transformed into his human form, but remained in the shadows watching his Queen, his eyes raking over her tall, shapely form as she gathered bone and bits of wood and fire from another bonfire. She scooped up earth and scattered it over the flames and it flared. Then, using the heel of her foot, the vampiress scraped a circle in the ground around the flame. Then she summoned a minion, who cringed in submission as he walked toward her, his eyes flicking up at her face then down at the ground. Vashti stepped into the circle and bid the creature to come to her.

Victor watched as his Queen grabbed the minion, her fangs extended and bit into his throat, the minion screaming, his eyes rolling up into his head as his black blood poured out of him. Vashti held the lifeless creature over the flame, letting its blood feed the fire, then cast it away. She had killed it.

Victor had never seen Vashti slaughter one of her own. He shuddered at the callousness and unconcern she showed when she did it. The vampire continued to watch as Vashti bolted from the circle. A plume of black smoke rose from the fire, and Victor felt a great power fill the catacomb. The smoke formed an orb, and the orb began to take on the features of a huge, fearsome head. Scales appeared, a slitted, reptilian nose, the nostrils opening and closing above thick lips. Enormous fangs protruded from a wide toad-like mouth. Large black, pointed ears appeared, and sparse bits of hair on the top of the sloped, ridged skull. The eyes were closed. They slowly opened, the irises black as death with pupils made of fire. The eyes shifted about at first, then an unearthly roar filled the catacombs, the minions scampering from the throne room as Vashti stood before the demon, trembling slightly.

Who has summoned me from the hot bowels of the earth to this cold and forlorn place? the demon demanded, a terrible expression on its face.

Vashti stepped a bit closer to the circle.

Vashti has summoned you, Great Lord, the vampiress said, dropping to one knee and bowing her head. The demon looked upon her.

Vashti, we have waited for you many years. You no longer send us blood or souls, yet you live. You belong with us. We would take you if we could. You were shrewd when you struck your bargain. What do you want of me, Queen of Blood? the demon hissed, clearly very angry.

I desire a new king. He will be bloodthirsty, my Lord, and with him by my side I can send you blood and souls again. It has been difficult alone, she said to the demon, lifting her arms toward the great head. The demon's eyes flashed.

What is this to me? You have the power to turn kings. You waste my time, Vashti. Let me return to my abode or my wrath will be great, the demon said.

Desperately Vashti stood up.

I need your help to summon him. A mortal woman has given him the gift of blood and turned him from me, but not completely. I need your strength to pull him from her, Great Lord, she implored the demon.

The creature looked at her circumspectly.

What is in this for me, Vashti? Why should I help you? the demon asked.

Because with this wizard, I will rise again and send you many souls, my Lord, even greater amounts than when I ruled, she said.

The demon looked wistful.

Those were good days, Vashti. Blood poured upon us daily, innocent and pure.It was ecstasy swallowing those half-souls. Then you were worthy. Not like now, it said, scowling at her.

My Lord, please help me. I swear I will not fail you if you do, the Queen pleaded.

The demon looked at her, then sighed.

Show this mortal to me, the demon said.

Vashti thought about Severus and the demon locked on to him, reviewing the wizard's entire life from the beginning to present. It smiled.

He is just this side of evil…only his selflessness in serving others kept him from total darkness. He has slaughtered many in many ways. He has done evil for the sake of good. He is powerful and indeed drawn to blood. In many ways, he reminds me of Questor. It is your hope he will fill Questor's place? the demon asked her.

Yes, my Lord. He has all the makings for a powerful king who will rebuild my dark kingdom and yours, Vashti replied.

Very well, Vashti…I will do this for you, with a condition. If I bring him to you and you fail to claim him, then you forfeit your earthly reign and come to us…

Here the demon looked at the Queen quite lustfully.

Prepared to service us for eternity, he finished, his tone unmistakable. If she failed to turn Severus, Vashti would become a concubine for demons.

I am willing to serve, my Lord, if I fail, the vampiress agreed.

Victor's mouth fell open in horror. She would risk fucking demons for eternity for a chance to have this mortal wizard? The vampire's eyes turned red with fury. How could she make such an agreement? Now, even if he stopped the turning, she would be taken from him.

Very well, Vashti. Two moons from now, he will come to you. No power on earth, not even the reprehensible power of love will deter him from seeking you out. When he enters your domain, you must take him and turn him. He will be sentient and our influence will turn his black heart to evil, great evil. Yet if you fail…

The demon licked his lips with a long, thick forked tongue.

Vashti knelt again.

I understand Great Lord. Thank you for helping me, she said.

The demon cocked his disembodied head over the flames.

I must admit Vashti, I hope you fail. You have been wanted in our midst for centuries. There are many who await you. Many who will take great pleasure of you. Remember our encounter? Expect more of the same if you fail. Good-bye, Queen of Blood, the demon lisped.

The head quickly turned to smoke and retreated back into the flames.

Vashti had paled at the reminder of her encounter with the demon. It had been horrifying, the creature had two scaly snake-like cocks that it inserted in both orifices as it slipped its forked tongue down her throat. The demon had torn her body brutally with its claws as it fucked her, licking the blood from her flesh, before finally biting her, setting the curse in motion, turning her to a Queen. It had been a very painful ordeal. She did not want to serve a horde of demons. There was no telling what kind of appendages they had. But she would turn Severus. Her service would never happen.

Vashti carefully erased the circle in reverse, quickly. Demons were a sneaky lot. He could reappear and take her. She quickly threw more dirt on the flames, breaking the unholy connection. Exhausted, she walked to her throne and sat down in it.

Victor watched the Queen narrow-eyed with displeasure. Not only had she condemned herself to eternal servitude, but him to oblivion if she should fail. If she were taken by the demons, all her minions and sentients would die, him, because he would have no life force to sustain him, the minions because the demons would claim their souls from Vashti.

And if she turned Severus, no doubt the wizard would want Victor disposed of once he came to power. Victor figured this, because he would definitely destroy any rival for Vashti if he were her King. With the demon's extra strength and evil, Severus would be formidable, and could probably kill Victor easily.

Victor's brow furrowed. He loved his Queen, but he was sentient, and his loyalty was not blind. Like the minions, he had a strong sense of self-preservation, but his sense of self-preservation was not an animal response. He was intelligent. He wanted to live.

Victor transformed back into wolf form and slunk back into the catacombs to await nightfall. He would return to the outside world.

He had two moons to decide what he would do.

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As soon as Victor returned to the Forbidden Forest, Vashti summoned him. He had no choice but to return. He transformed into a bat and returned to the catacombs. He became a wolf and quickly navigated the twists and turns to the Queen's throne room. As he entered, he took human form and stalked to the Queen's throne.

Vashti watched Victor's approach with heated eyes, drinking in the tall, pale vampire as he knelt before her.

"My Queen," he hissed, an edge in his voice.

"Victor," the Queen said in a sultry voice.

The vampire looked at her sharply. Her black eyes had the red glow of desire in them. Immediately his own began to glow.

"Victor, you no longer have to keep watch for the witch. I have found a solution. The wizard will come to me in two moons. She will not be able to hold him. He shall be mine," she said, baring her fangs in pleasure.

Victor scowled, though his desire for the Queen was strong.

"I see, my Queen," he said sullenly.

Vashti smiled at his sullenness.

"Victor, you will still be my consort," she said to the vampire.

"He will kill me, Vashti," Victor replied.

The Queen laughed, much to Victor's displeasure.

"No, I will protect you. I will tell him not to touch you," Vashti said.

"He will be sentient. He will not listen, and you will not punish your own king," Victor said evenly, his eyes falling on her pale thighs. He wanted at his Queen badly.

Vashti looked at Victor. He was probably right. It would be wise to enjoy him while he lived.

"Don't worry Victor. Things will work themselves out," she crooned at the vampire.

"With me out of the picture," the vampire thought, his teeth baring a bit.

Vashti stood and walked up to Victor, pressing her cool, curvaceous body against him. The vampire snarled reflexively as his Queen showed she desired him.

Vashti turned and leaned back against him. Automatically Victor's hands rose to her breasts, grasping them roughly, grinding his erection against her ass forcefully.

"Victor! Will you be so rough with your Queen?" Vashti sighed against him as his hands moved over her body greedily.

"Yessss. I will be very rough with my Queen," he growled, his fangs grazing her throat.

"You are not properly submissive, Victor. You are to show deference to your Queen," Vashti hissed, leaning her head to the side and shuddering as Victor nipped her painfully.

"You did not create me to be submissive," he breathed, turning her to face him. "You created me to think and feel for myself. You have kept yourself from me too long. I will show my deference by making you howl my name, my Queen."

Vashti shuddered. Victor was so passionate and dominating as a lover. She hoped her new king would be his equal if not a better lover.

Victor kissed the vampiress, drawing a slight bit of her sweet blood as he did so. He shuddered.

"Come, my Queen," he breathed, catching her by the hand and leading her from the throne room to the crypt where their couch waited.

Not giving Vashti a chance, Victor caught the end of her scarves and pushed her away from him, her body turning, the scarves peeling from it until she stood, pale and naked, her red lips parted, fangs glistening. Victor stared at her, and his lips pulled back, and he let out a hiss of desire, his features shifting slightly, his face becoming less human.

Vashti hissed back at him, her hands rising, her fingers curling, her blood tipped nails looking like talons. Her features also shifted, becoming more demon-like.

Victor removed his clothing quickly, and the pair began circling each other, snarling and hissing as if about to attack. Victor feinted at his Queen, then charged her, taking her down to the couch, biting her shoulder and licking at her blood as he wrestled her. Vashti sliced his back with her nails, and blood flowed freely before the wound healed, and she rubbed the wetness along his back, then brought her red-black palm to her lips and tasted it, Victor licking and suckling her before roughly turning the Queen over and ramming his cock into her with all his might, hissing, his ears shifting back as he keened with pleasure, Vashti's shrill voice rising with him as he dug his nails into her shoulders and started fucking her brutally, his pale hips slapping against her ass furiously.

Vashti reached back and sliced open his thigh, bringing the resultant blood to her lips jerkily as Victor plunged in and out of her, grimacing from the pleasure and the pain of taking the Queen. He was angry, and pouring out all his frustration on the vampiress, and she screamed an unearthly cry as he went too deep and tried to scramble away.

"No, my Queen," Victor hissed, wrapping his arm around her waist and hauling her back. "This may well be one of the last time I get this pleasure. You will not run from me!"

"Victor, I am your Queen!" Vashti shrieked, her eyes flaming.

"You are mine for now. There is no Queen," he gasped, pistoning into her with renewed vigor, raking his nails down her back so blood poured momentarily from the wounds before they healed. He leaned over her, bathing his chest in her blood, hunching into the vampiress as hard as he could, reaching under her and pinching her breasts until they too dripped blood.

Vashti was screaming and hissing with pleasure at her consort's domination, feeling the dark bubble within her grow, and grow…tightening around him as he tore into her cool orifice. Victor felt her and quickly withdrew, turning her and lifting her legs by the ankles, plunging his cock into the convulsing vampiress viciously, taking all he could…he didn't know when he would have her like this again, if ever.

Vashti let out a cry that echoed through the catacombs, causing the minions to cringe and the true bats to break from their rest, fluttering about wildly. A burst of blood bathed Victor's cock, splashing his loins as the Queen came, gasping under him, his flaming eyes locked to her face.

"Yes, my Queen," he hissed before slamming into her and releasing his own stream of blood. He fell to her throat and committed the final act, piercing her artery with his fangs and drinking deeply, renewing himself as he spilled inside her quaking body, swallowing down her sweetness hungrily, until she weakly pushed him away.

"Enough, Victor…you cannot drain me," she gasped.

Blood dripped from Victor's fangs as he looked down at her. His anger was not appeased, but he felt satisfaction as her blood dripped on to her face. He had completely dominated his Queen, made her feel his power.

"Kiss me. Share my blood with me," Vashti hissed.

Victor obeyed her, kissing her deeply, their fangs clicking against each other as his pulsing slowed. His features began to morph back to normal, as did the Queen's.

Vashti panted against the vampire's weight, her eyes closed, her body sated.

"Yes, I will miss you, Victor," she thought, "very much."

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A/N: Ooh. Vampire sex. Man oh man, Severus is in real trouble. Vashti has enlisted the aid of the underworld to help turn him. Nothing will stop him from going to the Queen in two moons. What will our couple do? :::shaking head::: Your guess is as good as mine. Please review.