Epilogue
The Monster
The smell of sex and blood thrums through the air as the man screams. He desperately pulls on the ropes that bind him to the raised stone slab in the middle of the great hall.
Moonlight streams through the stained glass windows, casting red shadows that dance with dark tendrils of smoke from the pillar candles that are clustered around the room.
Heated tension permeates through the hall as my eternal love straddles the restrained human, her breasts bouncing. I bite back a groan. It is not desire that drives her onto him, but fury, and the need to enact justice upon an evil man. To rid this world of someone who does not deserve life.
Cassandra is naked as she perches across his torso like he is her throne, looking wickedly divine as she reaches out to her newly created vampyres.
She is a priestess addressing her congregation, and they watch her, mesmerized, with eyes both sanguinary and lustful.
Their adoration of her I understand entirely.
Cassandra is fearless and beautiful, and every moment that I spend with her, I fall impossibly more in love—my devotion to her knows no limits.
It is why I enjoy seeing others worship her.
She deserves endless love and to experience immeasurable sexual pleasure, but watching her explore her desires with someone else also thrills me.
She leans over to beckon the two unclothed vampyres closer, and pulls them into a shared, claiming kiss. My eyes hood as I observe from my position at the side of the dais, my hands clenching as I struggle to restrain my own lust.
When Cassandra told me that she wanted to save those who were maltreated and offer them a new life, I was worried.
For a long time, I had been alone, knowing only the worst of humanity.
The thought of my world expanding is terrifying.
There is a twisted kind of safety in isolation, but my queen is lionhearted, and I am choosing to follow Cassandra into a new age.
“This is what we do to people like this. Those who think they can take from us without consequence. But, my wicked ones, we will show them. We will teach them to fear us, and that this world belongs to us.” Cassandra announces to them.
The vampyres—Vincent and Helena—listen to Cassandra with reverence, and I watch her with pride.
She smiles in malice and victory, flashing her sharp fangs.
I sigh in blissful satisfaction. Cassandra is a vengeful goddess, and I admire her like the work of art she is, my stomach fluttering with a thousand butterflies.
She is perfection.
“Let us feed.”
They all descend on the screaming, thrashing man, sinking their teeth into his skin and tearing his flesh as they drink his blood.
It does not take long for him to still, and their gluttonous moans fills the hall as they feast, blood splattering across their naked bodies.
Their mouths meet to lick and suck, their limbs tangling over the lifeless body before they return to their feast.
Their red eyes flare, becoming brighter as the euphoria of feeding overwhelms their senses, taking them higher and higher with pleasure.
My cock aches, and I cannot help but whimper from the agony of not touching myself as I watch Cassandra’s face twist with ecstasy, her eyes fluttering shut as her mouth widens, the sound of her sweet moans sending me into the most exquisite state of despair.
There is a tortuous edge that I enjoy by only observing.
“Let me help you, Master.” A new voice emerges, carrying a teasing edge.
Caspar’s devilish grin causes my eyes to narrow in suspicion as he stands before me, his white hair dipping down into his red eyes. Caspar is the last of Cassandra’s new pets and the one who requires the most leashing, his mischievousness wreaking havoc around Gloomstone almost daily.
My nostrils flare as he sinks to his knees before me. Ordinarily he joins me in watching or plays with Vincent. But he does not play with me. Never with me.
Caspar's hand paws at the outside of my robe as he pouts, which would be endearing were it not for my familiarity with the devious shark that lurks just below the surface. I know from experience that his facade of innocence is not to be trusted.
My eyes flicker up to Cassandra to find her watching me, her grin wide and encouraging.
We hold our stare, connected as one, as Vincent thrusts into her.
My hands clench into fists and my breathing turns heavy as he pumps his pierced cock into her tight channel, pleasure dripping from where they join.
Cassandra is beautiful. So beautiful that it hurts.
I watch Helena move to suck the blood from Cassandra’s breast before planting kisses along her body as she makes her way up to her lips.
The three of them slip and slither around and into each other, reminding me of the illusion I placed on Cassandra the night I took her.
It is erotic and sensual, and unbearable torture to watch.
I drop my pants, deciding I will make use of the white-haired brat on his knees before me.
Caspar exhales loudly, and my eyes darken as I watch him grip my cock with both hands, staring at it like it is a monstrosity that he wishes to conquer. He grins and licks his lips with easy determination, but Caspar is like this with everything—confident and cocky.
“I thought you would be bigger, Master,” he teases as his finger traces my shaft, running along the ribs that spiral my girth.
Gripping the base of my cock, I grab his hair with the force that I know Caspar likes. In my time spent watching him play with others, I have learned that he enjoys being put in his place. Yet my eyes scan his face regardless, ensuring that I have not overstepped, that this is what he wants.
The head of my cock presses against his lips, but Caspar smirks and keeps them closed, shaking his head defiantly. My eyes narrow down into slits.
“Caspar,” I growl, my cock leaking from the endless torture and teasing.
“Say please—”
His lips part enough as he speaks that I’m able to thrust, grunting as I force his mouth open wider to accommodate my size.
“Take it all,” my words come out in a groan.
My grip on his hair softens as I let Caspar take control, his tongue exploring every inch, slurping and sucking, my moans joining his as he sucks the head of my cock.
I bask in the sensation, eyes shut until his hands drift down to gently squeeze my balls.
My eyes snap open as I gasp at how good it feels.
Caspar pulls my cock out of his mouth with a pop.
“The Master likes it when I play with his balls, huh?” Caspar squeezes them again, firmer this time, and shivers run down my spine as I grunt.
My gaze flickers up, and I groan at the sight of Cassandra on all fours, ravishing Helena’s cunt as Vincent pounds into her from behind, his hands digging into her soft hips, their moans loud and carnal. Lord, have mercy on me.
My hand grips the base of my cock, and I pull, knees threatening to buckle at the sight of Cassandra taking what she is owed.
Caspar taps my leg and my eyes return to find him still waiting before me on his knees, his tongue is sticking out.
“Feed me, please,” he begs sweetly before further elongating his tongue.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I understand that whatever is happening with Caspar tonight is only the beginning. That there will be no turning back.
It does not take long for me to reach my climax.
My cock is wet from Caspar’s mouth, and the sight of him genuflecting, waiting like a good boy, pushes me to the edge.
I fall over it, flooding his mouth with ropes of my cum as he strokes himself.
Cassandra once more draws my focus, shifting my aim so that the remainder of my seed decorates Caspar’s face.
My body shudders through the intense orgasm, and when it ends, Caspar stands up, licking his fingers with mischief in his eyes.
“Thank you, Daddy,” he adds with a wink before wandering away.
My mouth hardens into a thin line.
There is trouble to come with that one. What have I done?
Cassandra walks towards me, her hips swaying with each step. I reach for her, then sweep her into my arms.
She nuzzles close into my chest, and I press a kiss to the top of her head. Her eyes are heavy and tired.
The ecstasy to be found in release is enjoyable, but my favourite part is taking care of my queen. I begin the journey back to our rooms, where I will run her a bath before tucking her into bed to sleep off the fatigue of her blood-drunk revelry.
THE END.