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By: StormHerald


Chapter 5

He sighed and closed his eyes and covered them with his arm. I looked
at his beautiful chest and then looked lower, not surprised to see a very
tight bulge straining against his pants. I leaned forward to kiss him,
realizing what he was not doing to me at that very moment. He kissed
me back passionately before flopping his head back down, refusing to
do anything else.

I reached out and touched his chest, my fingers running down the
contours of each chiseled muscle. I looked up into his face, seeing his
silver eyes glow as I continued to touch him, growing more confident
with each touch. I leaned forward and kissed his stomach gently, feeling
the contrast between how cold he is normally and how warm he had
become, due to his arousal. I sat up and turned, straddling his panted
leg, hearing him moan in frustration and I leaned forward and kissed
down his chest, making a point that my breast trailed a line down his
body too.

Finally I kissed the edge of his pants and I looked up to see him
watching me intently. I smiled at him and unbuttoned his pants, and
pushed the zipper down. I reached inside and freed his straining
member, seeing it stand proudly in the cool air. I looked at it curiously,
having only seen one in porn before. It was large, and there was a large
vein that ran from the tip all the way down disappearing into the black
curly hair at the base. I saw a drop of clear fluid gather at the top and
without thinking about it, I leaned forward and licked it.

Damien gasped and I smiled tasting the sweet fluid on my tongue. It
tasted wonderful and with no further teasing I began to lick the silky,
velvet of the head of his cock. I licked down tracing the vein before
licking back up, enjoying the spicy, musty scent of Damien, coupled
with the velvety flesh against my tongue.

"Hades Lilly, don't tease me like this." His words were a combined
moan and plea and the sound turned me on.

I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around the head of his member
and began to slowly slide down him. He groaned loudly and thrust up,
pushing himself down my throat. I swallowed and milked him, enjoying
the dual sensation of his heat in my throat and the tickly spicy sent
filling my nose.

I settled there unmoving savoring the sensation before I started to pull
up, sucking hard on him as I did so, he groaned again and before I could
pop him out of my mouth, I slid down, my throat swallowing the hard
member. I kept up the very slow pace, feeling the heat return to my slit,
knowing I was probably starting to soak his pant leg. I loved the feeling
of doing this, the control over Damien's pleasure, it turned me on.

Finally, unable to take the torture anymore Damien grabbed a fist full
of my curls and moved my mouth up and down, quickening the pace. I
continued to enjoy it, caressing him with my tongue, and swallowing
him each time. He ground his teeth and gasped trying to pull out of my
mouth, but I felt his cock expand and I was greedy for more of his sweet
taste, and instead locked onto him and sucked feeling the first blast of
the hot seed fill my mouth. I kept stroking him with my lips until he no
longer came and when he collapsed back I swished his cum in my
mouth and around his softening cock. I loved the taste as I coated my
mouth with the flavor before swallowing it and licking him clean,
sucking all that was left in him.

I sat up and looked at him licking my lips to taste the little bit I had on
them. He stared at me stunned for a moment before grabbing me and
flipping me under him.

"Where did you learn that?" He hissed, now suddenly angry. I looked at
him confused.

"I didn't do it right?"

He grabbed my shoulders and pinned me down, "Who taught you?"

He sounded angry but also, territorial, and maybe even jealous. I smiled
up at him and shifted so I could touch his face, "No one taught me."
He narrowed his eyes, "Do not lie to me."

I was moved by his sudden possessiveness, and I couldn't help but to
beam at him, "I'm not, I learned online."

He put a hand on each side of my face, holding it tightly but not
painfully, "Who did you practice on."

I closed my eyes waiting for him to let me go and eventually he did
moving away from me entirely. I sat up and looked at him, his gaze out
of the room, "Damien, I didn't practice on anyone. I just did what felt
right with you."

My smile faltered as his face didn't soften, "Did I not do it right? I'm
sorry, I didn't mean to not do it right. It seemed like I was doing it right,
that it felt good..."

Damien reached out and pulled gently on a curl watching it spring back,
"It more than felt good."

He turned back around, his back to me. I looked at him and suddenly a
flare of jealousy and insecurity hit me and I said coolly, "Was it not as

good as Desmond's?"

His back straightened instantly and he stood up and without a word
walked into the bathroom and closed the door. I stared after him for a
few moments then closed my eyes and shook my head. I was feeling
territorial too, and I couldn't, he had to do this with three other girls,
three vampires, with perfect bodies, and endless stamina.
I began to pull my hair down, taking each hair pin out one at a time
throwing them across the room muttering stupid to each of them. I was
stupid, plink, stupid, plink, stupid, plink. I ran my fingers through my
hair and then looked back towards the bathroom, Damien didn't seem
like he was coming out anytime soon, in fact I heard the shower start
running, so I sighed and wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and
walked back out to the living room.

I knelt down and looked through his movie collection picking out a
relatively safe action movie and putting it in, bunching myself onto the
black leather couch. A soft knock on the door tore me away from the
previews and I looked back to the bedroom. The knock came again and
I sighed, wrapped the blanket tighter around me, and opened the door
peeking out and seeing a servant with a tray in his hand and a box in
another.

I opened the door fully and scooted back to let him in. The vampire
kept his eyes off of me, and quietly put the tray and the box on the
table and bowed low before disappearing out of the door. I looked at
the closed door and shrugging, turned back to the table and quietly
walked to it and took the silver cover off of the plate. I was happy to a
cheeseburger and fries and sighed happily seeing the fry sauce off to
the side. I covered the food up, and turned to the box. Before I could
open the white box I felt a cold chill and looked up into a pair of soft
grey eyes staring at me.

"When did that come?"

I shrugged, "Just a few minutes ago."

His eyes narrowed, "You answered it like that?"

I looked down at the thick black blanket wrapped around me, "Yeah, its
not like he knew I'm naked underneath, he probably thought what
every other vampire thinks when looking at me. Poor little human has
to wear a blanket because she's cold."

Damien straightened up and crossed the floor and I became very aware
of the fact his hair was still wet and he was shirtless with a pair of black
sweatpants swung low on his hips. I tore my eyes from the sight,
coughing and feeling heat flush my face, looking up to see him smirking
having noticed my admiration.

"I'll have a servant in here to build a fire for you in a few moments."
I nodded thanking him and his eyes shot up at the sight of the box. I
smiled and shrugged, "Probably my aunt."

He nodded and opened it pulling out a long, dark blue, silk night gown.
He pulled out the small folded paper at the bottom and handed it to
me. I opened it seeing my aunts flouncy writing.

Sorry I didn't get a chance to warn you, I hope it went well. Let me know
if you need anything, and try to remind Damien that you need to stay
warm. See you tomorrow after lunch.

I smiled and handed Damien the note, ignoring his surprise as he
grabbed it and read through it. I opened the plate again and reached
down and grabbed a fry popping it into my mouth before covering it
again.

"She is very protective of you. She treats you like a piece of crystal."
I looked up and smiled swallowing and shrugging, "Yeah, I think my
mother and father gave her the wrong impression of my limitations.
Although, I do have to admit that this castle is ridiculously cold."
He nodded and returned his attention to the silk nightgown in his
hands, "You seem to like to flaunt how different you are."
I reached forward and grabbed the dress, allowing the blanket to fall
from me and I smiled up at him noticing him looking at my body, "I am
different, and there's no hiding it so I might as well flaunt it as much as
possible."

I slipped the dress on and then put the blanket back around my
shoulders and he shook his head, "There are certain expectations for
royalty when it comes to clothing, and I'm pretty sure white is not
among them."

I laughed, "My aunt genuinely tried to put me in black, but it made me
look bad. Which baffled even her, so at the suggestion of a very brow
beaten French shop woman, I ended up in white. It was meant to grab
your attention."

His eyebrows shot up, "It certainly did, but it would be hard to not
notice your body compared to the other three girls."

I smiled and sat down in front of my food, while Damien removed the
box and sat down in front of me. I bit into the burger and chewed
slowly before sipping at a glass of water and swallowed, all the while
feeling self-conscious at Damien watching me intently. I looked over at
him and shrugged, "You act like you have never seen a girl eating a
cheese burger before."

He smiled and shrugged back, "I haven't."

"Are you serious? Did you get turned that young that you don't even
remember a cheese burger?"

His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head, "I wasn't turned."
I tilted my head curiously at him and bit into a fry, "What do you mean
you weren't turned, you're a vampire aren't you?"

In answer, his fangs dropped and I shivered in deliciousness, the chill
always got to me when a vampire dropped his fangs. He smiled at my
reaction and in a blink was picking me up. I laughed and wrapped my
arms around his neck and smiled at him as he carried me back to the
bedroom.

He parted the sheets and blanket and set me between them before
climbing into bed next to me. I turned to him and he rubbed his thumb
across my full bottom lip, "It was hard watching you eat, all I could
think about was what you had done just a few minutes ago with this
same mouth."

I smiled at him and grabbed his hand pressing his palm against my
cheek. I closed my eyes and breathed him in before settling down and
opening my eyes, seeing his eyes turn a silvery storm.

"Are you alright?"

He nodded and laid down with me, slipping his arm underneath my
head and pressing me to him. My eyelids grew heavy and I sighed, "You
don't have to stay with me, I know you probably have more important
things to do."

He ran his fingers through my curls before running a finger down my
face and along my jaw, "I find that I would rather be here with you."
I sighed and buried my face into the crease of his neck and breathed
deeply before falling asleep.

I heard muffled voices and opened my eyes to see it was still dark
outside. I couldn't be later than three in the morning and I reached out
and realized that Damien wasn't in the bed with me. I sat up and got
out of bed, silently padding to where I could hear the voices. I peeked
out of the door into the living room and had to bite back a gasp.
Wrapped around Damien was the long, white haired Desmond. I
continued to watch trying to catch bits of their conversation.

"You shouldn't be here." Damien unwound her arms from his neck.
"Who will know? The little human is asleep right? If you had chosen me
first, we would still be together in bed doing other things than
sleeping." she pressed her body against his causing him to sigh and take
a step back.

She snapped her hands out of his grip and glared at him, "Why did you
choose her first? Do you actually have feeling for the disgusting little
creature."

Damien shook his head and ran a hand through his hair, "it’s none of
your concern."

Desmond laughed, "Are you serious? You are a vampire prince, the first
pure vampire, born in almost a hundred years. You are seriously
interested in a weak, pathetic mortal, and more importantly, that weak,
pathetic mortal?"

"I choose her because her family has very strong lines, and more power
than anyone gives them credit for. Think about it Desmond, I can’t just
flat out reject her, especially if I don't want a war on my doorstep.
Instead I show her favor, and when I reject her, it seems like I gave it an
honest shot. And I will do the same for Yuki and Elizabeth, and I expect
you to be patient."

Desmond leaned forward and kissed Damien, who pulled her close and
kissed her in return.

Now at this point I had two very usable options, the first would be to
slink off to bed, and pretend it didn't happen, the human way. The
other way would be to contact my aunt right away and let her know of
the Princes and Desmond's plans, and have the council figure it out, the
royal way.

I, however, chose the short tempered vampire option in that I grabbed
the nearest object, which happened to be a crystal vase and hurled it
with amazing accuracy right into the side of Desmond's face. The vase
shattered and stunned the two giving me time to run into the bedroom
and grab the silver dagger that Damien kept at the head of the bed. I
gripped the handle and turned just as Desmond was lunging at me. I
raised the dagger and she froze, silver dagger pressing into her throat.
Her eyes were a fathomless black in fury and mine had turned into a
soft gold in response. I was panting and shaking from adrenaline and I
pressed the tip forward causing her to lean back to avoid the deadly
weapon. I may have a million weaknesses in being a human but I knew
every single one of a vampire’s weakness, including a violent allergy to
silver blades. Damien had appeared in a blink and was pulling Desmond
off the bed, the both of us never breaking eye contact with each other.
She hissed in fury at me and I stalked after her as Damien pulled her
out of the room and to the front door. As he pushed her out of the door
she lunged once more at me, "Be careful little human, that you don't
find your neck snapped."
I looked around Damien and glared at her, "Be careful little vampy that
you don't drink silver dust next time you have a glass of blood."

Both she and Damien froze and looked at me shocked and I pointedly
looked at both of them before turning around and stomping back into
the bedroom, taking a moment to slam the tip of the knife into the
wood of the table before disappearing into the room. I walked into the
bedroom and flung myself onto the bed, burying my face into my arms.
I felt stupid and oh so human at this moment. I had seriously felt pain
when he had said what he did to Desmond. I had thought that there
had been something between us when he held me as I slept, but it was
painful to realize it had all been a ploy to make sure my family didn't
get upset.

I felt the bed dip beside me and his hand touched the silk on my back I
pushed his hand off of me and turned my face away from him, looking
at the wall, "Leave me alone."

He sighed and stood up and I heard the bathroom door click closed and
I grabbed a pillow and screaming into it until I felt my voice getting
hoarse. Then I grabbed the end and began to pummel the hell out of
the rest of the bed with it, thumping it against the bed over and over
again until all my fury was gone. All that was left was the raw pain in my
chest. I sat looking down at the pillow panting, my tantrum causing me
to gasp for air.

"You have a very vampire temper for being a human."

I looked up at Damien, angry quickly returning and I crawled over to the
edge of the bed and straightened myself on my knees, "What do you
care, you serpent."

Damien's eyes flashed to a steel grey, "Be careful human."
"Of what? You? It seems you’re more scared of my family than I am of
you."

He had his hands wrapped painfully on my arms in a blink of an eye,
"Don't presume to know anything about me."
I tried to twist out of his grip but he only squeezed my arms harder
causing me to visibly wince before he released the pressure, "I don't
presume anything, I listen to a snakes plan and then get pissed about
it."

He let me go and I fell backward and rubbed the redness on my arms,
"I'm sorry I over reacted." I sighed and looked down on the bedding.
Damien sighed and sat on the edge of the bed.
"You shouldn't have heard what you did."

I nodded, "I gathered that. I wish you would have told me before..." I
paused and shook my head trying to clear it of the feeling of being with
him, "Before we did what we did. If you would have told me I probably
wouldn't have reacted that way."

I looked up into his grey eyes and he regarded me curiously, "It is within
your family’s power to start a war with me. That's why we were
betrothed to begin with, your family hasn't been in power in a long
time, but that doesn't mean that vampires have forgotten that they are
descendants from the original, ancient line. To tie your line with mine
would solve a lot of the disagreements between our families."
"It sounds reasonable, but..."

He shook his head and looked past me out of the window, "But you're a
human, even if you seem to think a lot like a vampire."

"It’s hard not to think like a vampire when your whole family is
vampire, and your dad drills it into your head how much of a non-
vampire you are."

Damien chuckled, "You held your own enough against Desmond. I don't
think when she saw you running, that you were grabbing the knife. And
I wasn't aware you had noticed it when you went to sleep."

I smiled and shrugged, "I felt it when I rolled onto your arm."

His smile faded, "She threatened you, and I realized just how human
you are, when I realized that she could snap your neck, and that you
would die from it. How human you are, that the idea of silver dust in a
goblet of wine, really could happen. You wouldn't get sick or die from
handling it, and no one would notice it had happened until the deed
was done."

I sighed and chewed the inside of my cheek, "Yeah, it's the one thing
my father always told me was the only advantage I have."

Damien reached out and captured a curl, tugging it and watching it
spring back, "He was right."

I leaned back out of Damien's reach and ignored the flash of steel in his
eyes, "So what now?"

He stood up and began to pace the room, "I don't know? What you are
going to do?"

"What do you mean, what am I going to do?"

"It is within your power to have Desmond removed from the courtship
because of the stunt she pulled. You can also reveal what I said to
Desmond as well, and then the Council would have to decide what to
do after that."

"Wow, that gives me a lot of leverage over you doesn't it?"

He gave me a dark look and nodded, "yes, I suppose it does."

"Is that really your plan? To eventually marry Desmond without giving
the rest of us a chance?"

He slumped down and hunched his shoulders over, "I don't know, I
have a lot of pressure from each family to pick their daughters."

I inched forward and ran my fingers through his long black hair, "Who
cares what the other family say, you should figure out who would be a
good queen for your people, and a good wife for you."

He captured my hand and turned around to face me, "Why are you
being so kind to me? I betrayed you and your family."

I shrugged and played with a knuckle on his finger, "I know vampire
rules say I need to enact revenge or something, but honestly that takes  
way too much energy. I'm just a little human after all, and that kind of
revenge is too exhausting." And if to emphasize the point I let loose
with a huge yawn.

Damien pulled the blankets down and motioned for me to settle in. He
tucked me in and walked to the door, "Where are you going?"
He smiled down at me, "I have a few things to take care of. Sleep and
I'll wake you for breakfast."

I smiled and thanked him before closing my eyes and falling deeply
asleep.
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