Dedicated in equal parts love and lust to Whitney.
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"Much of the Assembly is not please that you will be here." Chorus told me.
Chorus isn't really her name, more of a job description, it is her job to narrate the rite, sort of like a Greek chorus, hence the name. Her hair is up in a bun, she is wearing glasses and a tweed pant suit. Somehow she is exhibiting zero sum sexuality. Which is a bit of feet considering how hot she is under that garb. It makes me want to rip of the glasses and her clothes and bend her over and take her up the ass. "I don't give a fuck, what the Assembly thinks, tonight is all about her, and what she wants and she wants me here." It's true but, I wouldn't be as cocky if I wasn't so sure in her power, and that my being here is what she wants.
The underground grotto is lit only by torches, it adds to the creepiness and sensuality of the chamber ambience. In a large connected secondary cavern sat the Assembly, the ruling elite of the vampire world. All dressed up like they are going to the ballet or some fancy ass play. I am the first non-undead to ever see this rite. That is prima fascia evidence that blood town has a new sheriff, and her name is Bethany.
I'd tell the Assembly to bite my dick, but too many of them would take it as a literal invitation. The truth weather they want to admit it or not is I saved their collective asses during the Blood War. Not that I gave two tugs of a dead rats cock about any of them. I didn't do it to save any of their asses. When I took arms against Icarus, the only ass I was thinking about was hers, and trust me my friend, her ass is magnificent.
Humans, normal humans got up and went to work, sold a little bit of their souls for the green back dollar, ate fast food and if they were lucky got fucked, went to sleep, then got up the next day and rinsed and repeated for thirteen days strait, and they didn't see the fucking war in front of their faces. Sure the radio would say something like three bodies found in occult ritual killing. Some building in BFE blew up and maybe an unaging celebrity disappeared, but they never put the fucking dots together. Ignorance is humanity's superpower.
As for me, I am a mage. A mortal, flesh and blood with a human body (a sometimes all too human body), but with the ability to control mystic and arcane energies. When I got in bed, so to speak, with Bethany's side, she was able to turn the balance of power against Icarus. Well with a little help with a few demons I summoned up.
"It's just you humans may see these rite as a bit distasteful, with your prudish nature." Chorus explained.
I actually rolled my eyes at her. No one has ever accused me of being a prude, and even if I didn't have a major hard on for the new queen, I came across magic by my studies in anthropology and, would have found the rite fascinating. I do however understand what she means, to humans, regular humans, sex's primary purpose is for propagation of the species. Everything else, the pleasure, the guilt, the fun, the games, the billion dollar business is just frosting on the sexy cake. Vampires however don't rely on sex to make new little vampires. To them it is about pleasure and controlling others with that pleasure. So sex has a more dominant role in their poetry, music and rituals.
"I am big boy." I reassure Chorus.
Besides where the Assembly is sitting and the small alcove where I and Chorus are, the subterranean cavern, has and entrance and exit, a throne, big ass California king plus bed and a large pentagram in a circle painted on the ground.
From the entrance emerged our soon to be crowned sovereign and four others. When we first met, the anthro student in me immediately identified her origins as half as Korean and half European. She inherited the best physical traits of both cultures, sexy epicanthic folds over her milky chocolate eyes, shaved armed pits and just smidgen of pubes, firm tight ass. She stands five three. Her hair is half black and white, some kind of yin and yang shit, but I don't care it is hot. Lithe toned muscles of a dancer, a gorgeous smile, with the faintest hint of overgrown canines, firm tight squeezable breasts and did I mention, that tight firm, dimpled ass?
She looks young mid-twenties top. I don't know what her real age is, you know it's not polite to ask a lady her age and all that. I know she was around during the First World War, but not much more. At forty I am probably the youngest one here, but I also look like I am the oldest. Vampires don't age past the day they were transformed. Mankind will go the way of the T-Rex and the brontosaurus, and Bethany will still look young and fuckable.
There isn't a mortal equivalent of the clothes she is wearing. A body stocking of thin translucent black spider's silk. It tightly hugs her body. If I struggle in the torch-light I can make out her angelic nipples. Her pussy is clearly discernible underneath, oh and that ass. I get hard as soon as she enters the chamber. She wears a domino mask. It isn't to hide her identity. Comic books are shit, because there is no way Bruce Wayne wouldn't take a look at Cat Woman's ass and tits and not know that she was Selina Kyle, even with a mask on. In this case the mask is symbolic for that fact no one can really know the queen. I can attest that is true.
She entered the chamber with four others, all naked. Her top lieutenants Brutus. Tall muscular and black as coal. His hair is in long cornstalk braids. When he speaks he speaks perfect English with a slight Cambridge accent. I am hopelessly hardwired as a heterosexuals but if I HAD to have sex with another guy and I could choose who it had to be, I would chose Brutus
Asa, he looks like a fair-haired youth of eighteen, but I know he had turned tricks for Washington's army at Valley Forge.
Wolfgang, large Swede ex-Viking berserker, and looking at him naked, was the first time someone made me feel like my dick was lacking in size.
Finally Sabine, slightly taller than the future sovereign, with multicolored hair. She was the first vampire I ever scored with. She was the one who introduced me to Bethany. Even though my relationship with the queen is very open, the more time I spend in Bethany's bed the less I see of Sabine. Nobody says anything, it just is the way it is. I am working on getting the balls to ask Bee, about the possibility of a threesome.
The future queen rushes over to me and kisses me on the cheek. Her lips are warm, that means she has recently feed. "I am so glad you could be part of this." She whispers into my ear. Then she dashed over to her place at the top point of the pentagram. The other four take their places at the other pints.
A hushed silence comes over the Assembly as Chorus proclaims. "The rule of the Vampire King Icarus was cruel. He killed those who upset him and took their mates. On occasion if a vampire lord was with an attractive partner her would kill him or her just to take their lover."
Now don't get me wrong Icarus was a lousy SOB, and he is going to get what he deserves, but a lot of this is just political bullshit, vampire sovereigns have taken what they wanted since before the inquisition and the Assembly just took it up the rear and yelled in a combined voice, "thank you sir, can I have another one!" I suspect things will get better with Bethany, but I haven't drunken enough Kool-aide to make me think things will completely change.
As Chorus goes through the litany of Icarus's high crimes and misdemeanors, Bethany tares at the black spider silk body stocking, revealing herself to us, as if she was some kind of living Christmas present. The only reason patches hung to her skin is because of some kind of vampire magic. When she is done she is naked except for the mask, she began to turn slowly, showing us all her perfect body.
After chorus, bad mouthed Icarus enough she declares. "Though she may have many followers and admires, the queen must rely on her own strength and hand." With this Bethany's right hand began to feel her own breast. Caressing it, kneading it, then squeezing it and pinching her ripples. She throws her head back and began to make a purring sound. She lowered her left hand her vagina and began teasing herself. Then slowly and seductively, her fingers disappeared into her own pussy. Still standing she brings herself to orgasm.
First let me say, that the anthro geek in me understood the symbolism of the rite. A queen can only trust herself, and if she can't get others to do what needs to be done she has to be willing to do it herself. Secondly, the man in me found this damn hot! I had to sit on my hands to prevent me from jacking it along with her.
Once she hit the Promised Land Chorus began again. "Though a queen is strong enough that she needs nothing from any man or woman, she is aware and appreciates the sincere praise from her subjects." Brutus took her by the hand and led her to the throne. He then became her and with his long arms began to message her shoulders. Wolfgang and Sabine knelt before her and each took a leg and began rub a foot. With her legs speared wide open, Asa on his knees began to please her orally.
Chorus began to sing her the praises of Queen Bethany. From the poetic, "She is the black tiger that stalks the innocent roe in the night." to the accurate, "her beauty and sexuality eclipses all mortal women." To the almost comic out of context, "her ass makes grown men swoon." To the downright dirty "her lovers beg to enter her tight wet pussy."
She has an ecstatic smile on her face when she finial cums, while Chorus declared, "Her kissed are sweeter than the darkest wine." And boy did she cum. Maybe it was the ceremony or our connection or the fact that I am a mage, but I felt her orgasm in my bones, it was that strong.
Tenderly and softly her adorers withdrew from her body. Brutus' long fingers, followed by Wolfgang and Sabine releasing her feet simultaneously, lastly Asa pulled his head from her crotch. He then took his place before her, facing the Assembly, as Wolfgang and Brutus took him by his arms. Sabine next to him produced a metal rod, hell if I knew where from.
