Broken Beauty and the Beastly Vampire Prince

Immortality

Third Person POV

20 years Later

Lucian wandered lazily down the corridors making it back down to the ballroom which was filled with bodies writhing and grinding against each other. Servant girls dressed in skimpy outfits, human girls almost naked, his friends, all a huge mass of bodies, touching, feeling, kissing each other. It was like a gigantic orgy. The music was loud and there was plenty of blood in wine glasses. He grabbed one and tossed it down, the blood smooth with a slight fruity taste to it. He licked his lips and downed another, used to the taste of blood by now and not even fazed at the prospect of drinking it. He sat on a nearby sofa and a beautiful red-haired servant girl came over, batting her eyes at him. He grabbed her and sat her on his lap and she began to gyrate on top of him, giving him his own personal lap dance.

He didn’t know the girl’s name and he didn’t care. He was fascinated with her hair color though. He’d always liked redheads. He didn’t know why. There was just something about them. She ground herself hard against his lower region and his c**k twitched in response.

He inhaled her scent. She was freshly turned. He cupped her breasts in his hands and she arched her back, still moving against him. He looked around at the crowd. Vampires were like shifters, highly s****l creatures and they had no inhibitions when it came to s*x. He could see several couples out on the dance floor doing it, one couple against a wall, the woman’s head flung back, her dress hiked up around her waist, the male vampire taking her with enthusiasm as she moaned out loud. It only served to make Lucian even harder and more aroused as he watched.

The servant girl let out a small moan and he grinned, leaning forward to nibble on her earlobe. She gasped. His hands began to move, underneath her maid’s uniform, sliding beneath her skirt and tearing her panties. Not once did he break eye contact with the girl who gave him a knowing smile, her juices beginning to flow. He undid the zipper on his pants as she raised herself slightly and pulled out his member. She grasped his shoulders with both hands and he guided himself into her entrance, groaning as she sank slowly onto his shaft, sinking all the way down until he was deep inside her. He grabbed her ass and squeezed it.

“Well” he growled, his eyes turning red in desire “Move already” he instructed the girl, leaning back, his hands behind his head.

She instantly began to obey. He hissed, feeling her tight p***y clenching around him as she expertly began to move up and down, using his shoulders to help her balance. He put his hands behind his head, surveying the room, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

He groaned out loud as the servant girl began to move even faster, his hands moving to grasp her hips and grind her against him. He began to raise his own hips up and down, his breath hitching in his throat. She clenched her walls tightly around him, her red ruby lips curving into a smile.

“Master Lucian” she purred, kissing him on the lips as he touched his tongue against hers, feeling the slight sharpness of her teeth.

He pounded away inside of her as she moaned and then came, her body shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her. He pulled out and had her kneel in front of him, her mouth closing around his c**k, swallowing his seed as he came. She licked her lips and then stood up, straightening her clothes. “Is there anything else my lord desires?” she asked.

He shook his head, putting his member back inside his pants and doing his zipper up.

“No, you did good,” he said casually “You may leave now.”

She gave him a scathing look and flounced off, her nose high in the air as she went to seek another male vampire to hook up with. Lucian headed out to the dance floor, snagging another glass of blood, sipping at it as he went in search of another female to f**k.

Fifty Years Later

He smashed the wine glass in his hand, feeling the glass cut his hand, the pain barely registering, his blood dripping onto the floor. A servant woman hesitantly approached, quickly sweeping up the shards of glass and wiping the blood off the floor as he stared around absently, his hair mussed, his eyes dull and bleak. He hadn’t stepped foot outside the castle in fifty long years. It felt like a lifetime, and he had yet to age even a day. Time no longer seemed to have any meaning.

One woman dared to approach him, a human woman, with long blonde hair and blue eyes.

“Prince Lucian,” she said tentatively as he fixed his eyes on her “I um” she stammered.

He c****d his head at her. She blushed, her cheeks turning bright red as he openly ogled her, his eyes glinting with humor. She wasn’t the first human to find him attractive. He could hear her heart racing, the blood trickling through her veins. He inhaled her scent and felt his fangs grow in his mouth.

“What’s your name?” he asked the woman, who couldn’t be any older than nineteen at the most.

She looked at him coyly. “Melissa,” she said quickly.

He grinned and stood up slowly, towering over her. His eyes turned red and he moved closer, as she began to pale.

“What a foolish thing for you to do, disturbing a vampire prince while he’s in a foul mood”

Her mouth opened and closed unable to make a sound. Her eyes bulged with panic. He had her paralyzed with his power. He smirked.

“I guess you’re not so cocky now” he growled as she trembled “You should know your place servant girl. Haven’t you been warned not to speak to me?” he hissed.

She gulped. It was one of the first rules the servant girls were told when they came to work here but she had blatantly ignored it. He showed her his fangs and she looked like she was about to faint.

“I can’t just let you get away with breaking the rules” he murmured “Otherwise it would set a dangerous precedent for the other girls to try and do the same” he added sourly.

He relaxed his power enough to grant her the power to speak. He liked it when they begged him not to. It gave him a slight thrill. Melissa swallowed hard and began to plead, her voice croaky “Please, I’m sorry” she told him, her voice sincere and frightened “I shouldn’t have broken the rules. I just thought” she trailed off as Lucian’s eyes turned even redder.

“That the rules didn’t apply to you? Or that I would fall in love with you and make you mine?” He laughed scornfully as she flinched “I’ve had my fill of shallow, vain women who don’t give a toss about anyone but themselves” he told her bitterly “All of you are the same.”

She was silent now. He cupped her chin with his cold hand, his eyes raking over her with contempt. “You might be pretty, but that means nothing to me” he hissed.

“Please, don’t,” she said weakly, as his fangs gleamed in the light.

“Should have thought of that before you spoke to me” he breathed, enjoying her terror and the fear she was exhibiting.

His hand pushed her head to the side roughly, exposing the creamy, smooth expanse of her neck to him. He licked his lips. She choked. “No, please, no” she begged him, her voice becoming shrill and high in her alarm.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry” he said in a chilling voice that sent shivers down her spine “It only hurts for a moment” he promised as tears trailed down her cheeks.

He kissed the nape of her neck, prolonging the inevitable as she tried to brace herself. Without warning he pierced her skin with his fangs. Vampires he had discovered, could control whether their victims felt pleasure or pain when they took their blood. He chose pain. He let all his frustration and anger take over, sucking away as Melissa screamed, over and over again, her body held prisoner by the power he possessed, unable to push him away or run, the pain so bad that it ripped through her entire body. She felt as though she was being torn limb from limb, fire spreading through her veins. She screamed, wishing for it to all be over. The pain was so intense that she almost blacked out from it. When she thought she couldn’t possibly take anymore, he withdrew his fangs and let them slide back into his mouth.

She panted. He waved his hand and she collapsed to the ground, her hand automatically going to her neck. She could feel where he pierced her flesh, her eyes going dazedly to him. She sobbed.

Two servant women came in and began to help her up as she stumbled unsteadily to her feet. They curtsied respectfully to Prince Lucian, their lips flattened in disapproval, but neither spoke a word to him.

Prince Lucian narrowed his eyes. “Take her to the infirmary, then sack her.”

Melissa glared at him. “Beast” she snapped.

Prince Lucian stopped in his tracks. He turned his head slightly. “What did you just call me?” he said in a dangerous tone of voice.

Melissa sucked in a breath. “Beast. Because you are nothing but a beast” she cried.

To their amazement, Prince Lucian threw back his head and laughed. “Beast” he murmured to himself thoughtfully “it seems strangely fitting. After all, I am not human like you. Still, I would not push this beast” he mocked her “any further, unless you desire me to kill you with the very next word you utter.”

Melissa shut her mouth, the servant women forcibly dragged the stupid girl out of the room,

Prince Lucian was still reeling from the effects of taking that girl’s blood. She had tasted sweet, like honey. Innocent and pure. It had been a pleasure forcibly taking her blood. Not to mention listening to the sounds of her screams as he forced as much pain as he could inside of her. He plonked himself back on the couch laughing wildly to himself.

“Beast” he cackled, as servants listened to him, his voice echoing in the hallways “Beast” he roared “I am the Beastly Vampire Prince” he declared gleefully, never realizing just how much that title would come back to haunt him.