Their Mistress, Her Life

Azriel

From the Perspective of Azriel, Second in Command of Black Lotus:

I knew from the second I saw her today in her office that she needed to be fed. I knew she felt intense guilt from asking this of any of us, but it was unnecessary. Any of us would do it for her. We loved her. I wouldn’t say we were a couple, it was something more so than that. We were dedicated to her, and she to us. We loved her like she was our mate, and we’d die for her. She’d surely do the same for any of us.

I led her away from our friends and family, to my room. She came willingly, and I opened the door to my bedroom that was similar to hers in that it was fashioned in hues of blacks and greys. I had a larger bed though, for this purpose. She preferred to come to us, another way of not being a burden I supposed. I closed the door behind her, and gripped her hand, and led her to the bed.

 I looked her over, doing a stock of how she looked physically. She was beautiful of course, in her long battle dress, and cloak she always were. She was devastatingly beautiful, we all knew that. But I looked closer, and saw her collarbone protruding a bit more than I’d like, and the circles of her eyes darker than in previous weeks. I could see the pain in her eyes. She didn’t realize that all of us liked taking care of her, and liked lying with her.

“Relax, mistress. I’m here for you. Let me take care of you.” I said, and pulled her into my arms. She needed this to stay healthy, but I always tried to make it as enjoyable for her as possible, we all did. I knew she liked it, laying with us all, but she could never shake the fact that it was always going to be something she needed, not just plain wanted. I rubbed my hands down her back and she started to relax into my touch.

There was a reason I did this the most. I had a way of relaxing her that was different than the other men. I had been with her longer, and my blood and sensual energy gave her more power. I just couldn’t do it alone.

“Azriel.” She breathed, and I knew this was her giving me permission. She was feeling the connection we shared through my blood. I untied her cloak, and folded it up and placed it on the nightstand. I undid her dress, and let it fall to the floor, before folding that too. I looked at her and let out a low hiss. She was positively beautiful in just her undergarments.

I pulled her to the bed, and started to work to give her some energy.

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From the Perspective of Elizabeth, Leader of the Black Lotus:

Azriel scooped me into his arms, and placed me on my back on the bed. He always liked to be in charge when we were together. It made it easier on me, somehow, and I also liked it. I liked lying with all of them.

Azriel leaned over me and kissed me deeply. I answered his kiss hungrily, and I felt the power already starting to move, and answer to his affections. I loved this man. I loved them all. I wouldn’t call all of us a couple, or together, it was something more than that. Something few could understand. This connection went beyond reason.

Without breaking the kiss, he moved to palm one of my breasts over my brassiere. I moaned into his mouth. I had a hard time controlling my voice when I was with any of them. They preferred it when I didn’t hold back. With a smooth move, my brassiere was on the floor, and he twisted a pebbled n****e between his fingers. It had been so long since I’ve done this, I was incredibly sensitive. I knew he could sense this with me, and I felt him smile on my lips.

“Relax, mistress.” He breathed once more, and his head moved lower, to claim a peaked n****e into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the tip, and I bucked into his mouth, anything to get more contact with him.

“Azriel….” I moaned his name. I could feel the energy flowing between us. Sensual energy wasn’t like taking life energy. We both benefited from this. We both became stronger with this union.

He moved lower once more, and peeled away my last remaining piece of my undergarments. He hissed as he saw my core. He breathed on it once, and took my bud into his mouth, between his teeth. He knew exactly the way I liked it. He had been with me enough. I moaned his name as pure ecstasy enveloped me. His fingers found my entrance, and he slowly inserted two fingers, and started pumping me, to get me ready.

I felt myself start to quicken, and I knew he felt it too. He pumped me faster, and pulled my bud between his teeth once more. I came, and my vision went white as I was pulled into pleasure. He continued working me until the throws of my climax were over. I looked at him and realized he was fully clothed. I waived a hand, and they were gone. All of them. I smiled, and he smiled at me.

“Impatient, mistress?” He said, humor alight in his tone. I hissed at him, and captured his mouth with my own once more. He moaned into me as his large member slid into my folds. I knew this feeling, the feeling of Azriel inside me. I savored it, letting out a moan myself. He had just barely begun to move within me when he whispered into my ear, “Feed, Mistress.”

He bared his neck to me, and my pupils dilated as another need took over. I bit his neck, and he gasped only once before beginning to moan. For those who gave themselves to me willingly my bite was pleasurable. He pounded into me, and I continued to hold his neck until I once again found my release. This time Azriel came with me. I released his neck, and sealed his wound with my tongue, healing it instantly. It didn’t even scar. I had learned very early on how to make my bites not scar. Azriel bore one scar from me, and even now, he refused to let me take it away. He is the only one who bears my mark.

He pulled out of me and pulled me into his arms. “Better?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Yes.” I breathed, wrapping my arms around Azriel. “Much better. Thank you, my love.” I told him, and he pulled me to his side.

“Good. Sleep now, Mistress.” He told me, and started to rub my sides. It wasn’t long before sleep found, and claimed me into her realm.