Make Your Move Katherine

The King loves red

Oscar

Oscar twitched his nose as the hot smoke from the embers that covered his naked body, entered it. He snorted as he stepped forward looking around him. As he anticipated, the room was brightly lit and it was not empty. By not empty he meant Nuwa, not his Royal Guards. Why is she always here? At first, it was cute but now it was nagging.

For now, it was okay but Oscar was beginning to feel sore with Nuwa’s presence. It was because she was beginning to act jealous, no matter how many times, he told her to trust him…and the almost hundred phone calls he had missed from her in the past days were getting on the man’s nerves.

And even before too when he was leaving, she had nagged him to take her along with him...like what the hell? He is King and she needed to know her place even though he loved her.

Anthony, Eric, and Angao, the shaman-priest stood aside quietly, with heads slightly bowed while Nuwa looked at him with her chin tilted. It irritated him- for he was King and she was disrespecting the King but she was defiant and he loved that about her. Her long hair plaited and laid across her right shoulder and over to the front of her mauve-colored onesie, pants suit and brown leather sandals, and red-painted toenails that were complimenting her beautiful creamy white skin. Not once ever had he not been attracted to Nuwa from the moment he first met her.

He stopped using the knights’ room for Nuwa started showing up there and began using the shaman’s but now he is seeing that he would have to use another yet again. Maybe Ju’s as he was heading there now anyway.

“We need change around here,” he started to say when she ran to him pulling him in a tight embrace, tears running down her face. The three other occupants looked to him then, “The light- it’s too bright,” he finished lamely as he embraced her. It really was too bright for he was in complete darkness a few days now and his pupils were in temporary photophobia.

Eric, his best friend since childhood and assistant to the Mage, took the sword from him that he held in a loose grip behind Nuwa’s back and placed it in the room to the back. The large room contained their potions and books that they used for his rituals when necessary. They were forbidden to practice ‘pishogues’, outside the castle walls unless granted permission by the king.

“Nothing yet?” Eric nagged him for the millionth time since the engagement and Nuwa stepped back for she knew he did not have time for the little love scene she wanted to display. Oscar glared at Eric as Anthony placed a thin light gray colored robe over him before placing his black robe laced with the gold patterns, over his shoulders. The first robe was placed to keep the Royal robe clean from the dirt and soot that covered his flesh.

Nuwa had hugged his dirty body and she herself was now covered at the front in soot and burnt earth.

“Maybe we should try a -er- few more days?”

Oscar stared at Angao. Of course, he had thought of it too but he didn’t too much fancy the idea of being buried beneath dirt for an entire week. The only reason he had survived the last few days is that being a vampire meant he didn’t need much air and food. Pretty soon his won’t need any- like his father had once been and his father before him and so forth.

But the real reason behind his delay was his father. Oscar’s reign meant his father’s death, for there can only be one vampire king. So, while he was receiving his calling- his transition, his father was becoming human and with that, it would become the end of the former King’s life. And Oscar was prolonging that for as long as the old man would hang in there for, so he was trying to suppress his phoenix from emerging. He knew it was a losing battle for he could feel the strength within himself… every second of every day since his marriage. His fate was sealed with the rings when he’d nipped her finger, mixing their blood together and on the golden bands.

A blood oath.

Oscar was in need of a shower.

With a slight tilt of his head in Nuwa’s direction, Anthony escorted her outside, ignoring her protests and one of the castle guards lead her back to her quarters. Beauty needed to leave the beast alone- at least for the moment anyway until he sated his ‘appetite’ at least. See Nuwa was the only person he drew blood from and that sends him in a frenzy, so he has to simmer his hunger a bit first and she knew this...

His weak body needed food and nourishment- not of the human kind. The vampire in him came first in moments like these. If he did not satisfy the beast first, his havoc would be ruthless he sensed.

His tired body sagged just as the door closed behind them, and Eric and Anthony both stretched their hands out catching his weight for it was expected. Holding him up, they struggled as they caught his dead-like weight and placed him on a wide chair. Oscar and the two men, stepped out less than a minute later when the remaining guard knocked, indicating Nuwa was out of sight

They headed to his mage.

He needed her magic and the blood bags she stored for him.

The mage had terrible news for him- the phoenix would not leave Katherine’s body. Even worst news; she could feel the vampire part of him was searching for the phoenix in Katherine and she dreaded what that could mean. “Vampirism is a destructive path and leaves everything drained and dead or wishing for death,” the mage said.

Yes, Oscar lived the life. Indestructible he was, bla-bla and all that. He was on his second bag of blood when she hesitated, looking at him dead in the eyes. “The fire god could destroy you.”

Hours later, the King stood by his bed as he waited for the woman to remove his bathrobe, a seductive smile on her face. Her young tight body swayed s*xily as she dropped the black silk on the floor by her ankles. His eyes hooded as she released a feminine giggle that almost eased his aching muscles on his back. Her hands made a display over her chest as she molded herself, her long red nails that had one single streak of black, sinking gently into her swollen flesh.

The King loved long red nails.

Flicking his towel dry hair back out of his face, Oscar closed his eyes as he felt his member rising to the occasion. He reopens his eyes with a smirk on his lips as the woman did a catwalk to show off her heavy backside. While he didn’t have a set body type preference, he appreciated wide hips and butt. He also didn’t like jewelry on his women but requested that they be inked, sometimes. Temporarily of course with henna. It was a body dye that was drawn on and then the ink was washed away minutes later, when it dried, leaving the artwork for the showcase.

This woman had a simple drawing displayed on her forearms and symbolical writing along her spine that curved around her waist to the front, ending one inch before her navel in brown and black dye. He didn’t know the language and didn’t care for it. Since he didn’t think someone would put words on themselves temporarily, he figured that the ink must be a permanent tattoo. The artiste had done a marvelous job and Oscar admired it.

He bit his bottom lip, captivated as her hips swayed to a rhythm that she alone could hear. With a smile on his face, he laid back on the bed as the woman’s soft touch was felt on his chest. Grabbing onto her long brown, plaited hair, he fisted it, guiding her mouth exactly where he wanted to be pleased as his slipper-clad feet twitched with adrenaline.

He had only now finished showering when the woman walked in, so he was pleased for he had been gone almost two weeks- the longest he had ever been away from his castle but everything was in accordance.

Oscar’s thick eyebrows drew together with each stroke of pleasure he received from the woman’s mouth. He could tell she was a bit new at this but that didn’t stop the magic she was creating. He thrust his waist upward and groaned as he hit the back of her throat. He heard her gag but he pushed himself further in. He did not concern himself with matters like if she needed air in her lungs, for she was paid handsomely for this. He pulled himself back out giving her a little mercy but gripped her head on both sides.

His wife’s debt was paid- her father’s and her future was going according to plan. He was yet to meet with Anthony to go through what he needed to know and to inform him as well on the need to know. See Oscar was more brain than heart…not that his wife had his heart. If she had any part of him, it was only hatred.

And revenge was well on its way.

He concentrated on the woman’s sounds and tongue as it moved up and down and he pushed himself once more, further into her throat as he had his release. He didn’t like messes- besides she was paid good money just like the others. The guards will take her to Angao where she will be required to stay until …well he doesn’t really but he knows that normally they have to wait until a few hours have passed when he has s*x with them. He doesn't know about when- uh-he has relations with them and he doesn't care to know.

Oscar flicked his hand in the direction of the girl a minute later, indicating he was done with her as he got up and walked to rinse himself out in his face basin as he looked at himself in the mirror. His muscular body was blemish-free with the one exception of a tattoo that all citizens born here had. They had the coat of arms on the inner wrist of their left hands whilst Oscar had his on his left breast- like his father before him. The King is the only person in the entire country that is allowed the entire coat of arms to be inked on any part of his body- anybody else is considered as treason with the penalty of up to five years in prison time. And Oscar didn’t like prisoners much so the price of crime was very high and strict so the ink would also be removed with a hot rod.

Yes, he would burn the flesh out with an iron and not neatly either.

He flexed his chest muscle and smirked raising his chin up in an angle as he admired his form as he took a towel out from the cabinet above the sink and wet it slightly in the warm water before closing the tap.

‘Hardly even broke a sweat.’

He wiped his neck and chest with the damp cloth clenching his jaw in the process. Back as a teen, he remembered how Kat had mocked him about his weight. That b*tch. Tch. Laughed and called him fat- hah. It hadn’t bothered him then but he was thinking about it now. Well ever since he found out she was the one they had chosen for him.

Why not Nuwa? Why the person he hated the most? Oh, well- when the world gives you lemons…

Oscar opened the drawer containing the dagger his mother had given him and he picked it up, kissing it. He felt his eyes moistening as he stared at it. “Soon ma,” he promised replacing the blade and opening a wooden box next to it. Inside was a broken scale, about the size of his both palms when opened. This was only half of it- the other half lay with his mother’s remains as it was stuck inside her chest.

While she lay dying, Oscar had tried to pull it out, thinking she would survive if it was removed in time. It had partially come out but broke off and she bled out, in his arms…a memory that haunted him since. A memory that only existed because of his wife and her parents. He silently closed the box and drawer, his mind growing darker with his thoughts.

Ah- he had such plans for her.