Vampyre Ing Holds Queen Captive

*Trigger warning! graphic themes, ahead, mostly dealing on non-consent. Between vampyres of warring kingdoms.*

"Thank you." The words barely audible through my own lips. I said that? How did we get here? Those pathetic fucks, sleeping on the job. Once I am free, those bastards will face their end. A slow, painful, mhmm delightfully torturous end. They will beg me yes. Beg me to end them, and I'll still let it all drag on for another five centuries. No one challenges me and lives and no one makes mistakes like these and lives to tell another soul, unless those souls are my reapers. My reapers who will grind the bones of these traitors and put them back together, delivering horrific pain upon my command.

"AHH," I try to hold back the shock from reverberating further. Pain sears into the side of my face, bringing me back to the abrupt reality unfolding infront of me. Here in my home, my court, a court full of vampyres. Shame begins to creep into me. The side of my face stinging, He dare show me stars I wish not to see. That beast of a monster.

HE, the one who shall taste my fury once I am released from here, or break my way out. I always carve my way. My path. Undefeated, no matter the pain or tragedy I face. I always pass the tests of hellfire.

He, who held a knife to my little flower's throat, threatening her in order to get to me. He, is Drrahven, Vampyre Lord, leader of sixteen vampyre legions, Prince of Darkness, Cohort of the Devil, Fang of Leviathan, Lord of Blood. Many titles given to him.

We were once set to be wed by our fore-fathers, we were once a couple. Ugh the thought makes me gag of disgust now. He thunders above me, eyes like storms, as if lightning descends through his eyes. Like a midnight omen. Revenge hmm, I did kill his father a few years ago, but that monster deserved it.

Drrahven though, used to be sweet. Perhaps too sweet, too kind of a vampyre. I for one am not so kind, not so merciful, and that is why they call me Queen of Mercy. For my Mercy matters. When I left him, Drrahven was not this tower that stands before me.

Another hit to my face, he grabs a fist of my hair, bringing my face closer to his own, a disgusting smirk crawls upon his lips. "Thank you what?," I spit on his face, go on do your worst, I would rather die with my pride I think to myself, but the expression I'm sure visible on my face. "Now, Virha, where are your manners? " He whispers with a taunting tone, into my ear. Making his way down to the curve of my neck. He bites into me, draining me of life force. In attempt to weaken me further. In attempt to give rise to my hunger.

Blood I'll do anything for, that is how my maker made me. I am not a saint in this hellscape nor am I yet a Goddess of Vampyres that can go without blood. I can not go without it. This realization draws fear into my eyes, he's become a monster. Just as his father before him.

We trained together, Drrahven and I. His father was one of our mentors. A cruel, wicked mentor, one who deserved more than what I could give him at his end. Draahven knows me well, he knows my moves, he knows my mind, he knows what I am capable of, and it seems he's ensured himself his revenge.

"You dare disobey and blatantly disrespect your KING in this full court?" Evil shines through him. The addition of a full court at the end of his sentence, that is why the glint in his eyes grows brighter. The cruel fuck is savouring this. The court can see me, exposed to him, The Queen taken down. The Queen overthrown. The Queen reduced to nothing in his hands. I am prepared for the worst, though if I know him well, his worst is not to kill me, but rather to ensure I live.

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He violently thrashes me onto the court table, the audience gathered, watching us. Watching me. He's become stronger since I left him, or perhaps he was just sweet and gentle with me, before I left him. It doesn't matter now. All that matters is my exposed body, my clothes ripped, tattered. He made quite the display of tearing my clothes earlier: "This is your Queen?" he said ripping apart my blouse, spilling a goblet of wine on my naked breasts. "This is no Queen. This is a slave that I own, that I will use at my will. A slave that will beg for blood and be denied unless I, her merciful KING, her MASTER allows it". Just thinking about the humiliation makes me flinch as I process the events of the last 24 hours. My little flower is safe, that's all that matters, she isn't here to witness this. She's back in her own realm. Safe and healthy. At least the monster made sure she would go safe.

He brings himself to the edge of the table, reaching out with his large hands, one cupping my breast and the other comes up further, grabbing my throat. I hide my gasp for air, I will not give him the satisfaction. He knows this, he knows me. We trained together. Trained for rulership, cruelty, and war, but never love. He knows my weak points, he knows my strengths, he knows my pride holds no limit, even if death comes for me. Talk about a revenge fuck from your ex.

He squeezes my tit, nails carving into my flesh. It feels like it'll explode. I will never give him a shriek of pain, the most he'll get is an ah or a growl. But screaming, pleading? I would rather he shred every limb of my body, than hear me scream and plead at his hands. The Queen of Mercy will never beg for mercy.

Hand gripped tight around my throat, pulling me up, close to his face. He leans in, whispering in my ear, "You think I'll take you here?" The hand that seared into my tit now brushing over my entrance. "Huh my little bird? You think I'll give you something that makes it easier to push through the pain? Come on Virha, you know me better than that. OR do you? Did you ever really know me little bird? Or was your pride too strong to ever see beyond your aims. your path, always only you. Selfish-selfish little bird," He chuckles, cupping my inner thigh. "But perhaps destiny had something else in mind. Oh Queen of Destiny, isn't that what they call you too? Hmm I suppose that title holds some truth, savour the consequences of your own doing. You did this, you made this your destiny, embrace it." He tightens his hold on my inner thigh, digging his nails in, clawing into my skin, drawing blood. I do my best to keep a straight face, holding the pain to myself. "You'll need acceptance to bloom within you. For your own sanity, for the pain that comes hereafter. That pain will be no easy feat, little bird," he licks the side of my face.

Anger shoots through me, I have to keep it together, for my little flower, I have to swallow this anger. I can't do anything so foolish to jeopardize her safety, not until I can make my way out of here and protect her myself.

Eyes now locked on mine, mine of hatred, his mixed with something more than cruelty. Love? It couldn't be, not after all this time, "You belong to me, you were made for me, my little bird. You will learn this, I will make sure of it. My little slave"

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[The Queen's memory: Centuries before the overthrowing and captivity of the Queen (part of the "Vampyre King holds the Queen captive," series)]

Drrahven found me in the meadow. Under the apple tree, sitting in the blood lavender fields; just some time between our training sessions. I sat with a book, "a romance novel," as humans call it. Strange and vile little thing. The female protagonist seems to have nothing going on. No wars to wage or people to protect, so dainty and quiet, and barely any education at all. She sits in the meadow and reads all day. Baking cookies, learning to cook food that I can not eat. Strange life that must be. One day her prince finds her, protecting her from an older human male that wishes to take her for himself. The prince finds her just in time, takes her to the kingdom, weds her, and they die happily together in old age. She goes from rags to riches and birthing a few children in the tale. Laughter and sunshine abound. Strange life that must be. What must it feel like to have someone that protects you from harms way? Someone to confide in. Someone stronger that yourself. Someone that holds a degree of power that you respect and love, in a way that is healthy. Strange life indeed.

"What do you have there Virha?" Drrahven curious, that warm look on his cold and stark features always hits a spot somewhere within me, somewhere that still beats.

"A romance novel, from the human realm, I picked it up from the import shop. Strange read, even stranger the dynamics between two lovers".

"Are you enjoying it? Let me see, what is my little bird reading?" He leans in giving me a soft kiss on the lips, I feel his fangs descend and he pulls away. Looking at me so warmly. I'm afraid I may burn. It makes me anxious, his warmth. Scary and strange things it does to me, things a Vampyre princess has no business feeling. I am made for war, I am made to destroy, I am made to rule, I am made to protect. I am not made for soft and pleasant love.

His softness makes him weak, and his weakness would do nothing but weaken me and my path.

I brush away the heart that skips inside of me, putting the book down I let my fangs descend. Doing the very thing he is incapable of, like lightning I move infront of him, pushing him to the tree, his back hitting against the rough bark, he groans in a slight but sensual pain. I bring my lips below his ear, "But my Prince, wouldn't you like to see me enjoying you?" I grab a fist of his hair, beckoning his head to tilt backwards, his delicious neck exposed to me. I begin moving downwards, leaving bloody kisses. I find the curve of his neck calling to me and then I bite down, harder and harder. My fangs descend into his artery. He groans, mhmm a delicious sound that breaks out from his lips. I feed into him, just a safe healthy amount, don't want my Prince dizzy in our upcoming combat session hah. I savour him, licking up his neck to the side of his face, barely reaching up, as his build is much like that of a vampyre tyrant. I stand on my tip toes, locking eyes with him. His eyes mixed with lustful storms, and mine a greed, an unmet and hungry need.

"My Prince, don't you want some of the blood in your little bird's veins? Come drink what only you have the right to," he kisses me instead. I enjoy our kiss, but this unnamed hungry need within me begs, I push it away.

To be continued...