The Vampire King's Mortal Mate

Erik Bloodhound

The lycans had ridden long and hard through the silence of the forest path. Erik had grown weary of being rattled and shook by the endless bumps that were characteristic of the forest floors. If a price had needed to be paid to offset the cost of his freedom, he was convinced that this would suffice.

He peered at the backs of the lycans riding in front of him, with his eyes picking up Boris riding at the front of the pack, he longed to go toe to toe with the magnificent beast he had seen earlier tonight, he relished the thought of fighting a lycan as big as that. The thought nibbled at him, snaking it's way into his mind. Another bump on the forest floor rattled the cage violently, shaking him from the solace of his thoughts.

He held on to the strong bars of the cage and straightened himself, wishing they could magically get to wherever it is they were taking him to, the frequent bumps on the road resulted in painful repercussions for him. His prayers were soon answered as they rode out of the forest path onto a larger path with a lot less fewer bumps.

The speed at which they traveled had seemingly increased as soon as they had gotten onto the path, the allure of the better road was appreciated by the horses and it showed in the speed at which they galloped.

Erik's chains had the made the journey most uncomfortable for him. His body ached from the restraints and his arms itched to be freed. The pointy spikes aimed at his neck reminded him that turning was no longer an option. He was at their mercy and there was little he could do to change that.

He silently prayed to meet Badar in his good graces as he was the only claim Erik currently had to life. Boris looked back from atop his galloping horse and flashed angry eyes as Erik. Erik returned his gaze as angrily as it had been received, the leader of the lycans was obviously much more annoyed by his presence than the rest of the group and he didn't seem to understand why.

"Ogrin", a voice shouted from among the company of riding lycans, with the shouting lycan pointing into the distance. Boris tore his eyes away from Erik and looked forward at the sound of the voice. They were close.

Erik followed the pointing finger of the lycan who had shouted and looked into the distance, he could see the growing image of a big city with high walls and strong gates, typical of a lycan settlement.

Seeing they were so close to home prompted them to ride even harder, determined to get home, it seemed none of them wanted to be out here chasing Erik this night. Erik could tell the source of the drive the other warriors had for riding speedily but he could only hope that Boris' was the same. He hadn't looked back again since they had clashed eyes earlier.

They were soon within talking distance of the thickly walled city. Boris raised his hand as they approached and it looked like the lycans recognized him as the gate began to creak open until it was wide enough to grant them passage. They rode through the open gates and into the city. Erik spun around to watch the huge gates close ever so slowly after they had passed through it.

The city looked like it was in a festive mood, he could tell by how many lycans were out in the streets as they rode past and the loud merry music played in each and every corner as they went. The noise only got louder as they approached Badar's huge home. Boris had reached ahead of them and relinquishing his horse, had run into the house.

Erik reasoned he wanted to get a chance to convince Badar to order his death before he could even get the chance to meet the man. The other warrior lycans had dismounted from their horses, handing the reins to waiting servants as they arrived. He was the odd one out, sitting in a cage and bound with chains. Each lycan who had passed had thrown him an inquisitive look, curious about what crimes he had commited to deserve been bound in such a manner. He had ignored them.

After a little while, he was alone in the silence. They had all decided that the feast within the walls of the house was worth far more than babysitting his exiled fur. He knew he couldn't get of this chains without turning, the decision to use a spiked chain around his neck had been smart.

His ears picked up movement in a dark corner to his right. His eyes accompanied his senses instinctively, a lycan was out there, he could smell it. A female lycan nonetheless. Females were seldom so bold as to approach an unmanned prisoner. He wondered what she was doing lurking in the shadows.

Without warning, she came walking out of the shadows and towards his cage, not in the least fazed by the amount of chains that had been used to bind him, her face and body covered with a hooded robe.

"Erik son of the grey back and the bloodhound, are you he?", she asked with a stern voice. Erik had been caught off guard by the precise nature of her question, he however, adjusted quickly enough to mumble a response.

" I am he", he managed to say, suspicious of the girl's motives. She reached into her robe and produced a key and fitting it into the cage lock, opened it and held it ajar.

"Follow me, there are some to whom your parents are idols", she said warmly.

" I do not have any means to remove your chains yet bloodhound", she said, informing Erik that he was going to remain bound for a while longer. He was disappointed at that.

He climbed out of the cage and followed the girl's lead till they were in a dimly lit room with a comfy bed and a warm meal sitting on a table close to the bed. He could also smell some mead but he could not see it yet.

She sensed the eager drive for the food in his eyes and pushed him towards the bed.

"I have been instructed to give you my body in appreciation of your parent's exploits", she said as Erik fell on the bed. He struggled to stand but he had quite a difficult time of it as his hands were still bound.

The girl had lifted the hood of her robe to look at Erik. She was exceptionally beautiful, the most beautiful he had seen, but then again, he hadn't seen too many females in his lifetime of exile.

Without saying a word, she unfastened the ties that had previously held her robe together and tossed it to the floor, standing naked before Erik. Her smooth skin without any blemishes sent warmth down to Erik's nether regions. He hadn't experienced something like this before and he wasn't sure how to react.

He continued gazing at the erotic sight before him, his p***s straining ever so strongly to be released. He gazed as her full perky breasts and her moist looking s*x and his mouth watered. Being in Ogrin didn't sound as bad as Boris had portrayed.

She walked towards him, slowly and in a cat-like manner, pushing him back onto the bed as she reached him. He didn't try to get up this time around.

She reached for his trousers and with one fluid motion, removed them from his body as he adjusted to allow her do as she pleased. He was too driven by hunger and desire to question her intentions as he had never been with a woman.

She straddled him and bent to kiss his lips, he returned the kiss, his inexperience quite evident and amusing to the strange girl. She smiled at him as she broke the kiss and with her free hand, she grabbed hold of his phallus. A little moan escaped Erik's lips at the sensations running through his body, he hated that his hands were bound.

She rubbed his p***s for a little while before positioning it at the entrance of her wet, ready s*x. With a gradual push, she let him fill her up. Erik and the mystery girl both groaned in pleasure as they moved in sync, kissing, needing and pleasuring each other.

Her breasts bounced softly as she rode his p***s, she moaned in the softest female voice he had ever heard which set his blood racing even more, he wanted to tear the chains off his body and hold her breasts. She noticed that and smiled hungrily at him, she was in ecstasy, not stopping in her quest for deeper thrusts.

She bounced wildly on Erik's member drawing deep guttural moans from the powerful lycan to contrast the soft sweet cries she made. They both moaned loudly and stiffened as they reached a crescendo. She collapsed onto him and lay there, exhausted from the assault of his fleshy lance on her tender s*x.

Erik still shivered from the after effects of his first orgasm, exhausted and spent. After a little while, she stood and walked towards the table, carrying the bowl of food towards Erik. She sat on the bed with him and fed him, and after she was done, she entered an inner room and changed into a magnificent attire. Erik still had no idea what was going on.

She helped get his trousers on and led him out of the room and towards Badar's home. No one attempted to stop her as she walked and Erik flung his gaze around wildly trying to piece together the reason for the lycans' inaction.

They had walked till they were within the walls of Badar's huge house, the sound of the melodious music getting louder with each step they took. They finally stepped into the hall within which the music played.

Erik could spot Boris at one end, conversing quite spiritedly with the man he guessed to be Badar. He was dressed opulently and had two tall lycans standing behind him. Erik didn't need to be told that Boris was pushing for sanctions, none of which would be beneficial to him.

The room had grown silent as they had noticed the large burly man bound by huge chains who had just walked into the room.

Boris' eyes investigated the reason for the silence and his eyes flew wide with shock as his gaze fell on Erik, chains and all. He was barely given time to react when Badar spoke.

"Well done my daughter on choosing a mate, he is of all lycans, most worthy", he said while smiling at his daughter. She curtseyed in response. Erik's eyes widened in shock as he looked at the girl in realization, she was Badar's daughter. Boris was itching to speak once more but was once again shut up by Badar's loud voice.

" Son of the mighty grey back and the murderous bloodhound, I relinquish my authority and power to you. These lands are yours and I will rule them no more", he raised his voice addressing Erik as he pulled a long knife from his sleeve and plunged it into his heart.

Shouts rang out across the hall as the lycan leader dropped dead to the ground. Erik gazed at the corpse and with confidence building within him, he turned to regard the girl who had accompanied him thus far, she had shed tears at her father's death but not so much. It seemed she had been prepared for this moment for a long while.

The silence had returned to the room as one of the tall Lycans who stood behind Badar approached him.

"Unbind him", he commanded. As a warrior lycan whom Erik recognized from before approached, his attention was drawn to the tall lycan's voice yet again.

" What do you wish to be called, Son of the mighty Greyback", he asked, recognizing the newly conferred authority.

This was happening a bit too fast but Erik didn't let his hesitation show, it was imperative that the lycans in the room don't sense any weakness on his person.

"I am Erik…….Bloodhound", he responded coldly.

The tall lycan turned around and regarded all who stood in the room. Boris's eyes were still filled with shock at the events unfolding before him. This drew a little smile from Erik.

" I give you Erik Bloodhound, Ruler of Ogrin and Alpha of this pack", the tall lycan proclaimed, enforcing Erik's authority. Things were turning out a lot better than Erik had expected.