Vampire Queen's Soulmate

As the sun set on a gorgeous autumn day, the last rays of golden light shone on a stone mansion set at the base of a mountain. The trees were going through their annual change of colors, and here in this part of the world, it was a beautiful sight to see. Within the large house, its inhabitants were just becoming alive again. Esme was the first to awaken in her household. Her eyes opened slowly, looking up at the dark blue velvet bed hangings above her. She stretched, feeling comfortable in her luxurious four-poster bed. She had had it commissioned in the 6th century, made from heavy oak with each post and the frame of the bed intricately carved with flowers, Roman and Greek gods and goddesses, and different animals. It was truly a work of art, and knowing that it would need to be maintained to last eternity, Esme turned the artist into a vampire and brought him into her household. As queen, she had a myriad of people in her employ. Some were as old as she. Some but newly turned, others in between. They all served her for different purposes. They all were grateful and loved their queen. She was a strong, confident, capable queen. She was a fair one, helping others in need, but ruthless with those who deserved it, cutting down any who wronged her. She didn't get to be Vampire Queen and hold the title for a thousand years for being weak willed. Esme stretched for a final time, then rose. She could hear her people moving about, getting ready for the night, preparing to bring her news of her queendom, things that needed her immediate attention. All that would wait, of course, until she had fed. She went into her bathroom to freshen herself. Before she could turn the water on in her shower, she heard the door to her rooms open and close. "My queen?" it was her lover, Caul. He also served as one of her sources of food, offering his blood to her so she could sustain her life force. "Here, in the bathroom, my love." Esme responded, now turning on the shower. Caul appeared in the doorway. He was a tall, well-built man, his wavy black hair just touching his bare shoulders. He ran a hand through that hair now, then loosened the string on his pajama pants. He let his light brown eyes roam over his queen, appreciating her and her beauty. She was of average height, but that was the only thing average about her. The energy that radiated from her was that of a force that had existed for longer than anyone could fathom. Long curly dark brown hair with golden highlights that fell to her waist; in these modern times, she had a stylist who trimmed her ends and refreshed those highlights regularly. Her green eyes were of a lighter hue, a peridot color, which darkened or lightened depending on her mood. They contrasted with her honey skin tone, standing out and giving her a striking look. Her physical form was that of an hourglass, or as the kids say these days, "thiccc af." She worked out regularly as well, keeping her ample curves in top form. Esme turned to face her long-time lover. She had made Caul her servant, marking him so that he also possessed the gift of immortality, though he was not necessarily a vampire. He had been a faithful partner for quite some time, and she was extremely fond of him. She now tilted her head slightly, smiling at him with full lips. "Shower first, amor?" she asked softly. Caul shook his head, letting his pants drop to the floor. "No, mi reina. Sate your lusts first. Then we can get so fresh and so clean, clean, " he laughed, quoting a rap song that was popular at the moment. Esme laughed, too. "Ain't nobody dope as me..." she quoted as well, then let her robe fall away. They had been together for over a century at this point, but her nudity never failed to arouse Caul to the point of madness. His sharp intake of breath was intoxicating for Esme. She looked him up and down, appreciating the fact that he was also into physical fitness and didn't slack on training. Well muscled all over, and his arousal was not to go unnoticed. He was very well endowed, his p***s hard and at attention. Esme licked her lips. Caul stroked his d**k up and down once, twice, and Esme strode over to him, kissing him, their tongues dancing together before she slowly made her way down his body, kissing and licking and sucking. Moans escaped Caul. She was intoxicating, a master in the art of love making. She knelt in front of him, holding his d**k in one hand, fondling his pouch in the other. Stroking him once, twice, she covered him with her lips, her tongue sliding up and down his length, sucking upon his tip. Caul's hands fisted her hair, loving how she loved him. He raised her up then, not wanting to c*m too fast. He lifted his queen, setting her on the counter. Kneeling in front of her, putting her legs over his shoulders, his mouth fastened on her p***y, his tongue making one long stroke from bottom to top, ending on her jewel of nerves. Esme cried out, squirming with pleasure. Caul continued long strokes, applying pressure to her c**t each time until Esme cried her release, convulsing with the shock of her orgasm. Still in the throes of climax, Caul raised up and entered her, moaning her name loudly. He picked her up, still impaled on him, and walked to the bed, laying her down at the edge and began to pump his hips, slowly at first, enjoying the feel of her wetness, how tight she was. Esme wrapped her legs around him, and began squeezing her n*****s, rolling them between her fingers. Caul leaned down and took one of her n*****s in his mouth, sucking hard and nibbling at the tips. His thrusts became short and deep, curving himself inward to hit that sensitive spot within her. Esme's nails scratched down his back, screaming his name as he brought her again to a delicious climax. Satisfied that he had given her pleasure, he pulled out of her. She sat up, immediately drawing his p***s into her mouth, licking up her juices, moaning on his d**k, as he moaned his pleasure. "Stop, this isn't how I want to go" Caul said tightly. He disengaged from her mouth, and laid upon the bed. "Ride me my love" he said low, holding his member for her. Esme climbed on top of him, swinging her legs over him and impaling herself on him. She rode him, grinding her hips, his meeting hers in a sensual dance. She leaned over him, their eyes meeting, holding. She could feel him close to his climax. "Tell me when, my love," she whispered, rotating her hips. Her eyes, already a deep green hue with lust, darkened to black, stars appearing in the pupils. He groaned loud with pleasure, gripped her hips and began thrusting from below her, ramming her. "Oh God..now, Esme, now!" He gritted out, feeling the waves of intense pleasure begin in his groin. Tilting his head to the side, he exposed his neck. Esme bared her fangs, sinking into his neck, both of them climaxing as she fed upon him. The energy between them flowed back and forth as she drank, life force energy in the form of s*x, of blood, of lust. Finally, fully regenerated, she rolled off of Caul, panting. She licked her lips, catching a few drops of blood from the corners of her mouth. She slowly regained her breath, feeling herself come alive again with the blood of her lover. Esme turned her head to look at Caul, a soft smile playing about her lips. "My love.." the words died in her throat, noticing that Caul was staring straight up at the ceiling, not moving. Esme sat up, and shook him, not believing the horrible truth. He did not respond, his head wobbling about loosely, his eyes a blank stare. His head came to a stop, and those eyes stared straight into the queen's, his amber eyes that she had admired so much about him, were now lifeless. But how?? HOW ?! Esme scrambled out of bed, silent tears running down her face. Calm. She must be calm. She is Queen, embodiment of calm, of strength, of perseverance. She went to the shower, which had shut off automatically. Turning it on again, she washed herself, on autopilot. Finishing, she retrieved her robe from the door and wrapped her hair in a towel. She walked from the bathroom, coming to the bed. She leaned over her lover. Gently, she closed his eyes, kissing his cheek. She must get started on what needs to be done. She was, after all, Vampire Queen. * * * * * * *