Vampyre King Holds Queen Captive Ch. 03

I wept as he began to bite into my body, turning me feral. Losing control, control that I pride myself on as the Great Queen. My mind is losing the sustenance that held esteemed titles and volumes of respect. Bruised, wet, bloody, all is turned to dust, ashes to ashes, and liquid blood to red sand. Respect churned into humiliation and humiliation churned itself into a death. Not a death that's physical, for I can not die. A death that's beyond physical, The kind of death that kills you to the core. All identity ripped into shreds by a force beyond control, beyond anticipation, beyond planning. It must be divine for not even Drrahven, no matter his strength, has this power. No one impacts the Queen of Destiny this way, for I write my path with the divinity in the flesh that runs red and turns holy upon my lips. This red is the ink of destiny. This red courses through me. No one can take away who I am, no one but the unseen - the divine. Perhaps this Queen's identity has run it's course, perhaps it is time to change. To see what I have not seen, to give what I have not given. To acknowledge what I never could. To arise anew, as the winged serpent from the depths of the dark oceanic underworld. No longer drowning, and no longer treading the same course. Strength will bow down to me and I will bow down to strength, but never in fear. Only in respect, in gratitude, in devotion.

I felt a sting as he slapped my breast and gropped it awake. Into my eyes he hums,

"Where are you little bird? Which cavern in this mind are you turning into as your king graces you with presence? You dare turn your attention away from me? You dare attempt to escape through that pretty little head of yours?"

His eyes lustfully linger on my face. His gaze reveals curiosity and a hunger latent in its expression. I'm sure he would love to know what I am thinking, only to use it for his own cruelty towards me.

"Answer me bird, where were you?" This time he commands, strict determination graces his low and amused tone.

I know he is burning to exercise more command over me, and I? Well, I can be commanded by none but the one, the divine in my blood, only the unseen. Playing games though? Yes, I certainly enjoy those. Smirking, I say to his eyes, "Somewhere you wouldn't dare last a minute, somewhere no cruelty could penetrate, no pain could venture into," I path my gaze down, stopping at his lips, lips laced in my blood.

"Hmmm, a holy place, how devotional. When was the last time you prayed little bird?" He chuckles, "A holy place that I can not venture into? Perhaps you really don't know me, little one. But if you're good, I'll show your mind the grace of what is holy, of what is devotion, but for that you'll have to break. You'll have to break until there's nothing left but devotion. A place where even vengeance fails at, nothing but devotion enters. That is the holy place, where no pain could reach for it turns into divinity. Into bliss."

He looks at me as though he slipped out from his lips more than he can take back, but as if it was exactly what he needed to say. He blinks his eyes slowly and lust begins to shine through his features.

"Is this your holy place? The place where it all becomes divine? Where no pain can venture, is this the entrance to the temple within you little bird?"

He questions me and I quiver at his words. I sense the path he is paving and it is warmer than I wished it would be. I want something, I just don't know what, but this cry strengthens itself here in his arms. Here stripped of everything, Here where there is nothing and no one but me and him. Here in the dark, caged, chained, held at his mercy. The Queen of Mercy held at mercy, who would've thought? I laugh within myself. A laugh both warm and full of broken cries. Warmth, because that's what this is. Warmth is what Drrahven is pulling out of me, a warmth I can not define nor explain. A warmth far away from logic and reasoning. A warmth that comes from the divine.

He searches my face in this quiet moment and I find an answer within me that hushes itself, not willing to reveal it's intensity, "A temple of blood and mirrors, a temple only the divine holds entrance and path into. You can not defile me into giving you the pathway to this temple, because I never had that key. It belongs to the unseen. And my captor, you are very much so visible."

An evil grin casts over his questioning lips, his eyes laugh in conjunction,

"Oh really Virha, hmm for a moment I thought how vile of my little slave to cast such judgment on her Master's abilities, but then I see you haven't realized how much I have freed you and allowed you to experience this unseen, this divine you venture into. I break you so ruthlessly but with honor and you repay me by lying about this place within your chest that your mind holds the path to? You forget your body is part of that pathway and I am its owner. I find the screams you make, the moans, the shivers, and the pain you grasp so dearly to hide from me, quite pleasing. For I am those screams, I am those moans, those shivers, and I am that pain you can't hide from. I am the pain that leads you to this place, this temple. This divine you dare tell me holds its keys away from me. I am given these keys, and so you are here. In my arms, under my rule, in my cruelty, under my grace. You belong to me, your pain belongs to me. The divine dances in your temple, because finally you are released. You are free to feel divinity,"

He grabs the metal chain attached to the collar, jerking me forward,

"Free to feel in these chains? Isn't that right little bird? You're freer now than you have ever been. Free from yourself, free from your decisions, free from your labels, free from your cold, cruel heart."

An anger visible now in his eyes.

"I will never let your heart turn cold. I will be the pain, if you wish to call me that, I will be the monster that keeps you warm. What you call my cruelty is my warmth. We both know my love, this is my grace. This is your adornment, this is your freedom. Your freedom from you."

I look into his eyes, in anger. Wanting to say something, wanting to say anything but failing words don't make their way out. I can not lie anymore and it breaks me to see myself this way. My abuser, my captor, my rival - has found love within me and a spark of something beyond even love. Tears uncontrollably stream my face as I keep a straight face. Unflinching, hell what is there to hide and be embarrassed of at this point. But I will not grovel. So, I let these tears stream down, still looking straight into his eyes. My strength will not cower.

His eyes soften just a little.

"You will never be cold again. Virha you spent centuries separated from warmth. These arms will only wrap you in warmth, in pleasure, in pain. It won't be easy, it won't be ideal, but you will learn to respect it. You will learn to respect your heart and this warmth. Never in fear my little bird. You are not fearful of me. Though I inspire fear in you, it is only to melt your body and your icy heart. I know what fear does to you. I know that the fear you feel from me, only serves to make you wetter for your King. This warmth will churn into love and when you realize it, it will blossom into devotion -the very thing you crave. I see devotion flourishing every moment within you, Your cravings of release do not go unnoticed by your King. You crave to experience, to release, and to be free. All which is now possible for you. Only if you recognize and allow yourself to experience it. Put your pride aside, my little love. Put your ego aside and just for once give in and let me take you somewhere this Queen deserves to go, as mine, as my little bird."

I stare at him quietly, I do not know what to say. I mean what do I have to lose in the dark? What is left anyways. Everything is gone. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Who I was has been shattered to the core. Keeping my divinity and intentions true, if I am to experience this it will be on my terms. I will not be humiliated and cut into portions of myself. No.

Keeping my honor but putting my pride and ego aside. I will give in for myself to experience this dark call of the divinity that resides in my own flesh. The divinity that resides in the temple within me. Drrahven is right about one thing, his monstrosity and strange warmth have awoken something holy from deep slumber within me.

But I will not be easy, nor will I grovel, "I am not yours, break me, do what you will, but you will never own me." He pulls my hair tight and brings my lips to his own, kissing me deeply. Devouring my words, they muffle at the intensity of his kiss. He parts his lips away from mine and I gasp.

He whispers,

"You're perfect. Even your lies are perfect. No matter how vile; you encourage my cruelty, and for that you'll be punished or rewarded, that is a perspective I'll leave for you to choose."

He pushes me to the ground, kicking my legs far apart as my knees barely hold me upright. He uses my hair to guide me roughly against the wall. He takes his shoe and pushes his foot under my entrance, pushing me down onto his shoe, my hungry pussy hums in approval as it feels something rub against it.

"Rub your cunt against my shoe." Drrahven commands.

I look up shocked at him and he authoritatively looks down at me.

"You're only allowed to cum if you beg and say the words: Please Master may this slave you own cum upon your grace's shoe, I promise to lick this pathetic slut's cum off your shoe my King"

My eyes widen. Hell fucking no. I won't cum, I'm so pent up and haven't admitted it, I will not stoop to grovelling at his feet. I'm now sure he knows how much I want to release or he wouldn't suggest this vile insanity.

"Oh eager are we? Such an eager little cumslut."

He looked half pleased and half surprised and I realized why he said this. In my shock, I didn't register that my hips had started swaying back and forth, rocking against his shoe as my clit rubbed against the leather on his feet. My body listened to his command without my mind registering it. All I knew for those few seconds was that my heat grew and my lust suddenly grew with it, but now blood rushed to my face in embarrassment. I feel frozen and hot at the same time, as my hips continue to buck against his shoe. As if my mind's power was not enough to bind my body to my will.

"Don't stop my love, I didn't say you could. I much enjoy watching you rub yourself against me. Give into the pleasure my little bird, isn't it freeing, isn't it delicious? Come on love, rub the cunt I own on it's Master's shoe."

An evil grin graces him where there was pleasant surprise. His eyes are devouring, hypnotic, and commanding.

He really believes what he is saying, that he owns me.

The heat is too much but I try to not move against his shoe as he pushes his shoe up to my cunt -I mean my pussy. He begins kicking my pussy from beneath as I rest on his shoe. I'm trying to control my hips from swaying as the heartbeat grows louder in my clit. The lust is making me sweat and I can't help it any longer I give in. I may as well lose what little mind I have left in this dark cell where my pussy is being kicked by my captor. There is only so much of my old identity left, I may as well release it and see where I am taken.

Back and forth, back and forth. Rubbing harder and harder against his shoe my eyes closed. I feel a sharp sting to my cheek and he grips my hair harder.

"Open those eyes, look at me. How dare you keep your eyes away as I allow you pleasure? Let your Master see what he owns as he mercifully gives to you. Let your King see his slave in heat and pleasure."

Without revolt I look at him, shame slips away. I no longer care for the shame in this moment. I ride the wave of my pleasure. This pleasure is my bliss, and my bliss is my divine. This divine says to look at Drrahven as I rub my wet, no not wet but rather drenched pussy all over his shoe while I'm collared and held at his mercy. The divine is with me. Let's play this game then.

He growls.

"Ah yes keep your eyes on me little bird. Keep rubbing your cunt. Yes, just like that. What a good little slut. I can hear the sound of your cunt against my shoe and I must say you're a filthy little bird, aren't you."

He takes his fingers that held the collar and shoves them down my throat. I moan before I can think and he smiles.

"You like that little bird, you like my fingers down your little throat while you fuck my shoe shamelessly? Do you feel how free you are? Do you feel how kind your Master is? Allowing a whore like you to experience such undeniable pleasure? Hmm?"

He chuckles and I hum in approval. I do not know who or what I am anymore. All I know is that I feel so alive and pleasure surrounds me, pleasure fucks me, pleasure that animates me.

"What's that little slut? I didn't quite catch that."

He pulls his fingers out of my mouth for me to speak, "Yes oh yesss," The words roll off my tongue before I can catch them. The heat, the build up, the pent up need all bursting out from me. He bites his lower lip in lust.

"Yes what my love, what am I, my little cunt?"

My eyes sharp, "Mine" I say and his eyes darken.

"Yours? Hmm your what love?"

I know what he wants to hear, and the build up of my orgasm isn't helping me. I need to release, I need to cum.

"My- oh mmm - My love," I try to side step and offer something else, but I suppose that something else was instead something even more baring.

"Your love, well that's pleasing and truthful, but no those are not the right words. Little love, you know I can't allow you to cum. If you don't cum now with the right words, the next time will be infront of our court. So you either speak now or keep that need wrapped up for a long, long time. Not that I think a slut in your condition should. Unless you wish to cum infront of the court, speak the right words now. Hmm you look so beautiful, rocking your hips back and forth, unable to stop, yes? Maybe you want to cum infront of the whole Vampyre court. Maybe that's exactly what a pain slut like you wants. You want to cum don't you little bird? So do it or hold it for our audience."

He chuckled darkly.

I could not keep myself together. I had to cum and I absolutely did not want to be forced to infront of the court. I would rather it here in the dark, where I could keep secrets hidden. Bare only in front of him and for my own pleasure alone. I'll cum I'll say what he wants me to for it but not in front of anyone else, I can barely bare this humiliation.

"You are my Master," I whisper and moan. He looks at me pleased.

"Good, yes. What do you want to do my little slave? How do you express it?"

His grin reaching his eyes.

The words barely making themselves out of my mouth as they tumble out, " Please Master may this slave you own cum upon your grace's shoe, I promise to lick this pathetic slut's cum off your shoe Master," I omitted the word King for I don't believe him to be, he is my Master out of ownership and captivity. But not devotion.

"Hmm close very close, we'll have to work on your mind a little bit, I am your King. I'll mercy my little slut and allow you to call me Master for the time being. Cum for your Master little bird"

His degradation began to only spark fire to my heat. I couldn't believe what his words were doing to me. How my cunt was responding to him. I needed to cum and so I did. I let it out, I let it flood onto his leather. Moaning as I did, my eyes rolled back and I felt fingers deep down into my throat. I felt nothing and everything. This release was the sweetest release of my life.