Forbidden Seductions

Chapter-3

Alator continued, "Conceal your true identity and infiltrate the vampire kingdom. Remain discreet within the castle grounds until you come into contact with the royal family itself. The royal family consists of five individuals: King Alexandar Ozur Vlad, his beloved Cynthia Ozud Vlad, and their children: the oldest, Ario Ozud Vlad; the middle, Alaric Ozud Vlad; and the youngest, Amelia Ozud Vlad. I shall provide you with everyone's portfolio, so you know whom to strike at."

"Alaric Ozud Vlad, Ummm, what a sexy name! He seems like a daddy to me!" My inner fae giggled with excitement.

"Wait, what? Where did you learn to giggle like that, b***h?" I asked her, bewildered.

"Ever since I heard HIS name, I wish I could see him; maybe you can allure him with your magic and have a taste of him".

"Shut the f**k up; it's just a name, and also that MF is a leech". I yelled back, thinking maybe she could sit back quietly.

"Repeat it loudly, and you'll see how good it will sound on your tongue". She replied tauntingly.

"Don--"

"Alaric Ozud Vlad", the name, echoed with an unexplainable allure, rolling off my tongue like a melody. But as the words escaped my lips, I was taken aback by the unexpected reaction. A strange havoc rushed within, igniting emotions previously unknown to me. My heart pounded erratically, struggling to keep pace with the whirlwind of feelings. The name felt both familiar and foreign, leaving me bewildered and intrigued.

Hearing Alaric's name roll off my tongue, Alator ceased speaking and turned to me with an amused expression. Feeling a bit embarrassed, I met his gaze. "The name may sound appealing to you, but the person is far from it," he cautioned. "He's a mesmerizing nightmare, with striking features, intelligence, and the potential to be a king. But don't be tangled in his beauty. He may seem charming, yet he's one of them, my lady." Alator's voice held a mix of concern and warning, emphasizing the danger Alaric posed.

"The vampires' greatest power lies in seducing and manipulating their prey," Alator continued, elaborating. "We will turn this power against them. Lure them to you, win their hearts, and trust them. Become a part of their family, and then comes the crucial phase. Begin sowing discord, breaking them apart from the inside out. Turn blood against blood, weaken their unity, and when they are at their most vulnerable, strike with all your might. Use your magic whenever and wherever necessary, eliminating anyone who stands in your way."

As Alator spoke, his words resonated with both a sense of cunning strategy and a hint of dark pleasure in the anticipation of revenge. The plan was daring and dangerous, but it offered a chance to strike back at those who had wronged me.

I felt a mix of determination and fear surge within me, but the desire for justice outweighed any hesitation. "Very well, Alator," I declared. I felt a mix of determination and fear surge within me, but the desire for justice outweighed any hesitation. "Very well, Alator," I declared. "Together, we shall dismantle their power and reclaim what is rightfully ours."

Alator's nasty grin widened, acknowledging my decision, as he vowed, "My queen, fear not. I shall be by your side, ensuring that our enemies tremble before the might of your wrath."

With Alator's plan set in motion, I knew that my journey into the vampire kingdom would be fraught with danger, deceit, and uncertainty. But as the weight of responsibility settled upon my shoulders, I steeled myself for the path ahead, ready to embrace the darkness and use it to bring about the downfall of those who dared to challenge me.

As the day wore on, I fulfilled the remaining castle duties, and Alator advised me to keep his plan a well-guarded secret. Tomorrow's council meeting demanded deception, and I knew I had to concoct a false plan due to the spy's warning about potential traitors. With the overwhelming stress in my life, I yearned for a much-needed break away from all the chaotic responsibilities.

Walking through the long corridors, I made my way to my room, hoping for a moment of solitude. However, upon entering, I was surprised to find two dark figures seated on the couches, their fresh scent filling the air. As they stepped into the light, I saw a young, attractive lady accompanied by a strikingly handsome man. Their seductive smiles were directed at me. It made evident what Alator had arranged. They led me to the bathroom, offering a much-needed rest from the burdens that weighed on my shoulders. Before I could utter a word, the man came forward, taking my palm and kissing the back of it.

"I am Theo Morge, and this is Dana Rey. Master Alator sent us to ease your stress, my queen."

It seemed Alator already knew of my desires; a smile formed on my lips at this thought.

MATURE CONTENT AHEAD

My clothes were gently stripped away, leaving me standing in my naked glory before them. I lay back on the bed, on my back, as the male slave gently positioned me. Warm drops of lavender oil cascaded down my back, instantly soothing and relaxing my body. Theo positioned himself on my back, and his hand started to massage my back gently.

His touch was gentle but firm, and though it began as simple gliding strokes along my skin, it became progressively firmer and more focused with the addition of oil as he pressed harder. The long strokes along my back and especially my spine were smoother and firmer. I felt him identify and dissolve a few knots with intense pressure that was almost but not quite painful.

Theo worked my neck next, carefully sweeping my hair to one side or the other so he could work. He was equally thorough about massaging my arms, leaving me feeling bonelessly relaxed, before doing the same for each hand. I sighed repeatedly, enjoying it all.

Meanwhile, the female slave, who introduced herself as Dana, focused on my lower body next, starting at her ankles and massaging her calves. "You're carrying some tension here," Dana said, the first time she'd spoken in minutes. I couldn't disagree—despite her care, any deep pressure on my calves was uncomfortable. Dana was persistent, though, and used a lighter touch to gently knead the knots into submission. As she moved higher, working on the flesh of my thighs, the pleasurable sensation of Dana's hands roaming around my body was arousing me. I wanted more. More skin contact and more pleasure

However, my blissful state was abruptly interrupted by a knock on the door, and frustration surged through me. "Who is it?" I called out irritably. The voice on the other side replied, "It's Darwie, my queen. Lady Dana is required in the medical department immediately for a delivery." I let out a sigh, realizing the importance of the situation. "You can go, Dana," I said with a reassuring nod. "The massage was truly relaxing."

Dana smiled and replied, "I must please you, my lady." I watched as Dana swiftly left the room. As she left, I took advantage of the pause to spread my legs wider. My face warmed, driven by the certainty that Theo hadn't missed it.

Theo resumed the massage, drawing the tension from my back and thighs before giving the same thorough attention to my buttocks and lower back. It felt good, but he was completely professional about it, his fingers never venturing anywhere too intimate. When he was satisfied, he followed up by massaging each foot until I was whimpering with pleasure.

"Okay," Theo announced, lowering my foot, "time to turn over my lady."

I then turned over, completely relaxed and lost in the universe of utter pleasure.

He started at the top of my head. I was surprised to learn just how pleasant it felt to have someone scratch my scalp, manipulate my ears, or firmly massage my brow ridge. He massaged my whole upper body, pausing once when poised to touch my breasts. I nodded my head, signaling to him that I was okay with that.

Theo had done nothing overtly s****l. His touch had been intimate but professional. Nonetheless, I was feeling very aroused now and eager for a more intimate touch. With my approval, Tom gave me exactly that, leaving my n*****s erect and my breathing quickening.

He worked his way up my lower body until it was blatantly obvious that he was touching me everywhere except my vulva. It didn't embarrass me that he had to see how wet I was, how open and ready I looked now, and that he could probably smell my arousal as well. I had already spent nights like this before my shame eventually went away.

Again, he paused and met my gaze, dropping his eyes for just a moment. I knew what he meant, and I nodded. He smiled. And then he turned away and crouched by the side of the bed. When he stood again, he held a huge vibrator in one hand. It was as long as my forearm, with a large, round head. He turned it on, filling the relative silence with a noisy buzz.

When he used it on me, it took less than thirty seconds for me to thrash and cry out in a shockingly intense orgasm. Before I could think again, I lay panting and staring up at Tom. His eyes were twinkling behind him, and he had the smile of a man who'd accomplished his goals. Theo applied the vibrator again, but I gasped and pushed it away abruptly.

"Is this too intense for you, my lady?" He asked me with a hint of concern laced in his voice. I nodded wordlessly.

"Not to worry," he said. "I've got options."

He leaned down again, and I glanced over to see him digging into his large bag. Theo sat on the edge of the bed, holding a smaller toy, one I recognized as a rabbit vibrating dildo with "ears" intended to stimulate the c******s. "Let's try this," he said.

He worked it into me slowly and with care, using only the motion he gave it—no vibration. It felt really good, and Theo read my reactions accurately, ramping up the speed and force of his thrusts until I curled my body around the ecstasy, hands and feet flailing, swearing, and moaning loudly.

When the storm had passed and I was sprawled on my back, Theo m*********d me more slowly but didn't stop. "Oh god," I muttered. I climaxed again, which made me reach a dreamy state of heightened arousal where I could soar from one climax to another.

Theo leaned in, watching my face closely. He began f*****g me harder and faster with the dildo, and I felt it when the dildo began vibrating, sliding deeper until the ears made contact with my c******s. My arousal spiked, driven by the abruptly sharper stimulation, and I cried aloud, awash in ecstasy. I lay quivering and shuddering, vaguely aware that I was making a lot of noise, but none of that mattered. I floated in a cloud of ecstasy, rising to peaks of almost unbearable intensity that faded to mere bliss before rising again. And again and again. I lay breathing heavily, my heart pounding and exhausted, but also wrapped in a cloud of endorphins, warm, and relaxed.

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Theo left my room after he cleaned me with several soaps and scents. After a while, I rose from bed, feeling a pleasant soreness in my body, and dressed myself in a robe before making my way to the medical wing. As I walked through the castle corridors, I wondered who could be expecting a baby. The possibilities were vast, but I couldn't remember any specific information about them.

Upon reaching the medical wing, I found Dana, the birthing specialist, attending to a young woman who appeared to be in labor. I walked in quietly, not wanting to disturb the delicate situation.

"Dana, is this the lady you mentioned earlier?" I inquired softly.

Dana nodded and whispered, "Yes, my queen. Her name is Eleanor. She's the one expecting."

I approached Lady Seraphina with a gentle smile and placed my hand on her belly. "You are doing great, Eleanor. May the gods bless you and your child. "I'm here if you need anything," I said, offering a reassuring smile.

She nodded, her face flushed with both pain and anticipation. "Thank you, my queen."

I decided to stay by her side, watching and supporting her throughout the birthing process. The pain and struggle she endured reminded me of the strength that lay within each member of my kingdom. As the cries of a newborn filled the room, I felt a sense of joy and hope, knowing that life continued to thrive in my realm.

After the delivery, I congratulated Eleanor and the proud father, one of the castle's guards, on the arrival of their child. I left the medical chamber after witnessing such a beautiful moment that filled my heart with warmth and compassion.

As a dark fae, the need for sleep eluded me most of the time. The rest came only when I expended a significant amount of my magic. After the eventful night and the intense pleasure I had experienced, I found myself less fatigued than usual, my magical energy still abundant. As I walked through the quiet halls of the castle, my mind drifted back to the plan Alator had laid out before me. The complexities of the task ahead weighed on me, but I knew it was necessary to protect my kingdom and those I held dear.

Reaching my private chamber, I decided to spend some time in meditation, focusing on my thoughts, and channeling my dark magic.The room was adorned with ancient symbols and artifacts, remnants of my ancestors' legacy. As I closed my eyes, the magical energy flowed within me, calming my mind and heightening my senses.

Time seemed to slow down as I entered this meditative state, and just as I was about to open my eyes, I caught a glimpse. Red eyes, intense and piercing, locked onto mine with an unidentifiable emotion. My body inexplicably calmed in their presence, and a strange connection seemed to form between us. It felt as if those eyes were ready to engulf me entirely, leaving me both intrigued and alarmed. Quickly, I snapped my eyes open, startled by the unexpected encounter. Was it a vision or a message trying to convey something important?

I couldn't simply brush off the encounter. What if someone was playing tricks on me? Questions filled my mind as I pondered the strange event. Why did my body inexplicably calm down when I saw those red eyes? I should have felt fear or unease, but instead, an odd sense of calmness washed over me. Summoning Altor might not be the best option at this point. I decided to observe and analyze the situation further. If this strange occurrence repeated itself, I would seek guidance from Lady Matilda, who was known for her knowledge of foresight. With these thoughts lingering, I refocused on my magic practice, determined to stay alert for any signs of a pattern or potential threat.