Author's note: Hello everyone! I'm sorry it's been so long since my last chapter, but here is another one and hopefully I'll be able to upload more of them more consistently in the future. As you may have noticed, my last chapter was rather on the long side. So, for the purpose of getting these out to you sooner, I've decided to not try and match that length with all of my subsequent chapters and instead, give you all a higher number of shorter chapters that I think will be easier to digest. Thank you all so much for all of the positive feedback you've been giving me and I wish you all a fun and pleasure filled reading!
Celestine gracefully and silently walked through the darkened corridors of castle Plaisir. Her wide hips swayed elegantly with every soft step she took and her round, voluptuous breasts bounced beautifully as her shoulder length blonde hair shimmered in the torch light.
On her feet she wore nothing, allowing her to execute the renowned and feared silent steps of the vampire. On her body she wore a long dress of deep crimson. The fabric was light and translucent, flowing behind her with every stride and letting anyone who looked closely enough see the beauty of her naked body. The woman's nails were painted crimson to match the color of her dress and on her face she wore only a slim amount of dark eye shadow along with her favorite ruby red lipstick.
Celestine stopped when she reached her destination and stood in front of a large wooden door bolted with iron, nearly identical to the door that led to her own bedchamber. With her knuckles she rapped on the wood and heard the familiar voice of Adamar from the other side.
"Enter." Adamar said and Celestine effortlessly pushed open the heavy door to find him standing in the middle of his bedchamber completely naked, his toned muscles glistening with sweat. Behind Adamar was his large, lavish bed. Two of his male slaves lay on top of it, one of them dead asleep and the other one looking so out of breath the he would likely pass out soon as well.
Adamar was was in a pose Celestine had seen him in countless times before. He stood up strait, calm and still with his feet a little more than shoulder width apart. His arms were crossed over his chest, but his right hand was up holding his chin. His eyes darted around at the space ahead of him while the gears of his mind visibly turned. It was a pose of intelligence and power that Celestine could not help but find sexy, especially since Adamar's cock was also standing tall and proud at its full, impressive length.
"Trying to decide who's next?" Celestine asked with a smirk as she could see that Adamar had his eyes on many of different cages that lay before him. Every one of them contained more of his sex slaves, all of them men of various ages.
"Indeed I am. Please, come in Celestine." Adamar replied, still not altering his pose or the direction of his gaze. Celestine shut the door behind her and glided softly into his chambers per his request, moving to stand at Adamar's right side.
"I'm afraid I'm torn between two." he continued. "Do you see the pretty blonde one in the far corner?" He asked, gesturing to a cage containing an obviously nervous boy of nineteen. "He arrived here over two months ago. I haven't done much with him yet and I'd like to truly break him in, but I don't know if I'm in the mood for training him if it turns out that he requires it." Adamar's speech trailed off for a moment before his finger pointed to another cage more directly in front of him. He went on. "Then there is that one. The dark haired one. He's one of my best, but I fear I've been using him too much lately. I wouldn't want to wear him out or, Sanguia forbid, get bored of him." He sighed, dropping his arms and turning to face his guest. "I don't know, Celestine. What should I do?"
The pale woman's pillowy lips curled into a smile. She was unsurprised to find the caged man Adamar had just described as one of his best to be the handsome, alluring slave who had come to her chamber with Adamar's summons only two nights ago. Unlike the first man Adamar had pointed to, this slave knelt in his cell with a look of pride and confidence, as if knowing that it was he who would be chosen in the end. As Celestine's eyes ran over the man's toned figure, she saw him give her a flirtatious wink. Celestine's smile widened further and she turned to Adamar.
"Sometimes you think too much, my friend. But I suppose I can help you out." Celestine said, placing her hand on his shoulder and running it across his upper back as she stepped behind him from his right side to his left.
"Well, normally I would suggest having them both." she purred, bringing her lips close to Adamar's ear. "But I know how you prefer to give each of your slaves special attention when you fuck them. I'm honored that you would ask my advice in this matter, Adamar."
"Of course." He replied, smiling and turning his gaze towards her while she sensually stepped around him. "You were standing next to me when I founded this cult. You know that there is no one else here that I consider a better friend."
"The feeling is mutual." said Celestine "We have always had a great respect for one another, haven't we?" There was a moment of silence as the two vampires then gazed at one another. Smiles adorned their faces as each simply stopped and admired the other for a few short, meaningful seconds.
"The blonde one." Celestine then remarked, breaking the silence and pulling her gaze away to look at the cage in the far corner. "I suggest giving him more of a chance. He looks eager and, who knows? He just might surprise you." After saying this she turned to the handsome, dark haired slave in the front, returning his flirtatious wink and causing him to chuckle in response.
"You may be right. Very well then." Adamar replied. "You, slave!" he shouted, pointing his finger towards the blonde man in the cage. "Get out here and stand beside the bed until I'm ready for you."
"Y-Yes sir! Right away, Master Adamar!" The man stuttered, opening the unlocked door and nearly leaping out of his cell to go stand exactly where his master had instructed.
Adamar then turned back to Celestine, seeming to almost immediately forget about the little human he had just ordered around. "By the way..." he asked "Did that one slave ever work out for you? Younger red haired thing? Skinny as a rail?"
"Oh, her." Celestine laughed softly as she remembered. "Yes, she is still with me. I was ready to throw her out, but I let one of my better slaves give her a few pointers. She now pleases me adequately." She then blinked and looked to Adamar, perplexed. "How is it that you even know of her?" she asked.
