I Married a Vampire

Chapter 2 - A Night of Howl

The boardroom discussion haunted me long after it ended.

Taylor’s words echoed endlessly in my mind—

“If I have to lie with another woman, it is solely to have an heir.”

I hadn’t said much after that.

I just held Ciel’s small hand a little tighter as we walked away.

He skipped beside me, blissfully unaware of the war that had just been waged behind closed doors.

Babbling about knights. About nap time. About nothing.

I envied him—

His innocence.

His certainty that the world was safe.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of hushed tension.

Callie came by, her smile unwavering as she tried to pull me into small talk and laughter.

But even her light couldn’t lift the weight pressing down on my chest.

Taylor stayed locked away in council meetings with Jayson and Carmilla, no doubt navigating the impossible. Planning for a future none of us wanted.

When night fell, I poured myself into the familiar comfort of Ciel’s bedtime routine.

His room—just beside ours—had become his sanctuary.

The moon filtered through the curtains in soft ribbons of silver as I tucked him in.

He clutched his favorite storybook, and I read to him, my voice calm and steady even as grief clawed at my insides.

“Mama?” he asked, just as I closed the final page.

“Yes, my love?” He hasn't said anything, but I know somehow he can understand what is happening.

“Will we always live in this big castle?” His question struck deeper than he could ever know.

“Why do you ask, sweetheart?” He shrugged, his little fingers fidgeting with the edge of his blanket.

“Some kids at daycare said we might have to leave someday. But I like it here. It feels… safe.” My throat tightened.

Even now, at only four years old, he could sense it—the shifting ground beneath our feet.

II reached out, smoothing his hair back gently before kissing his forehead.

“We’ll always stay together,” I whispered. “You, me, and Daddy—forever.”

He smiled at that, satisfied, and nestled into his pillow.

Soon, his breathing slowed. Peaceful. Trusting.

Unaware of the storm gathering just outside his door.

Unaware that he, Ciel Drac, was not just my little boy—but the sole heir to the vampire throne.

The only child of the King.

The future of a kingdom that may never accept him.

They called him unworthy. Tainted. A half-blood.

But to me, he was everything.

And to them, he was the threat they feared most.

I stood there for a while, watching him sleep.

The soft nightlight cast a warm glow across the room, its gentle shadows dancing on the walls like ghosts of the past.

Ghosts of this castle—Drac’s Castle—a place built on blood and bone, on ancient rules no one dared rewrite.

Eventually, I slipped away and entered our bedroom.

The air here felt colder.

Thicker.

Heavy with choices yet to be made, and consequences already taking root.

The bed was made, the sheets untouched.

Taylor stood by the window, his silhouette carved in moonlight—tall, still, and quietly unraveling.

His broad shoulders, usually so sure, now sagged under the weight of decisions no king should have to make.

“What are you thinking about?” I asked softly, closing the door behind me.

He turned, and the dim light caught the weariness in his eyes. “You. Us. Everything.”

I crossed the room and reached for him, my hands cupping his face. His skin was cool—always cool—but the moment I touched him, something inside me steadied.

“We’ll get through this,” I said, my voice low but certain. “We always do.”

He pulled me into his arms with sudden urgency, holding me like I was the only thing anchoring him to this moment.

“I hate what they’re asking of us,” he murmured. “I hate that I can’t protect you from it.”

I rested my cheek against his chest, feeling the slow, heavy thud of his heart. “This isn’t your fault, Taylor. We’re fighting centuries of blood and pride. You’ve done everything you can.”

His lips brushed my forehead and lingered there. “If I lose you—”

“You won’t.”

I pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. “We’ll find a way. Together.”

He sighed, his breath mingling with mine. “I wish we had more time. I wish we didn’t have to face this at all.”

Outside, a wolf howled—low and mournful—a sound that seemed to echo from another world.

The castle creaked with the weight of its history. The ancient stones around us seemed to breathe, to listen. Witnesses to our quiet desperation.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. We simply stood there, wrapped in each other, suspended in the calm before the storm.

For now, all we had was each other. And as Taylor kissed me—soft, tender, and full of unspoken promises—I allowed myself to believe, if only for a moment, that love could conquer anything.

His lips moved against mine with increasing urgency, his hands roaming over my body as if memorizing every curve. I melted into him, my body responding to the hunger in his touch. Clothes fell away, discarded in the dim candlelight, until there was nothing between us but skin and need.

Taylor lifted me effortlessly, pressing me against the cold stone wall as his mouth trailed heated kisses down my neck. I gasped as his fangs grazed my skin, not breaking flesh but reminding me of the primal desire that simmered beneath his restraint.

“I need you,” he murmured against my throat, his voice rough with longing.

“Then take me,” I whispered, surrendering for the moment.

His body pressed against mine, hard and demanding. He entered me with a deep, possessive thrust, forcing a moan from my lips. My fingers dug into his back as he moved, each stroke sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

“Mine,” he growled, his pace quickening.

“Yours,” I gasped, meeting his pace, feeling him claim me over and over again.

The tension built between us, tightening like a coil until I finally snapped. Pleasure consumed me...

"Wohhh......aaaahh" my cries muffled against his shoulder as I shattered in his arms.

But before he could release his juice, he removed his hard p***s, and moved towards my face. I can see it, large veins bulging ready to explode. Then there, he released it, his white juice showered on my face.

"Lick it." He said. I licked his juice.

"No, stop. Not that, lick my cock." He is holding it, moving his hand up and down on it, waking it again.

I let out my tongue, he flicked his large c**k on my tongue twice. Then he opens the small lit of its head. I insert the end of my tongue into its tiny hole. I can taste his juices, I can feel some liquid still leaking from it. He held my hair, pulled my head, and moved his hips in a fast phase.

I am almost choking, his c**k is inside my mouth, it's very large and hard. As if I am being pumped with a metal.

"Ughhhhhh" He let out a moan, a sound my ears yearn to hear, and with that I played my tongue while his c**k is inside me, twirling it around his shaft while his head was tilting with so much pleasure.

He moved and moved until he came the second time.

"Let's not stop until I'm fully drained," he said before making me turn around as he planned to f**k me from behind.