Rachel's Vendetta

Aftermath 2

by PJ

 

 

Thunder grumbled above the city of River Towers, accompanying a great downpour

of autumn rain.  Lord Mordran sat his desk, reviewing budget allotments for the

Royal Army.  A flash of lightning illuminated his large bulk, making his body

seem like something carved out of rock.  He sat motionless, only his eyes moved

while he scanned down the sheets of parchment.  The noble failed to notice

Rachel standing within the open doorway of the study until she coughed softly

to get his attention.  The noble glanced up sharply, then withdrew an enchanted

dagger from one of his desk drawers, the blade pulsing with a harsh, blue

light.

 

"Good evening, Lord Mordran," bowed Rachel briefly.  "I have a proposal to

offer you."

 

"Who are you?" growled Mordran as he stood behind his desk, dagger glowing

within his right hand.

 

"You may address me as Lady Rachel.  I was a former servant of the great worm,

Dark Dragon."

 

"I have no need for a whore.  Depart now and I'll forget that you trespassed

on my estate."

 

Before Mordran's mouth closed, Rachel shot forward in a blur and reached out

with her right arm.  Sharp nails bit into Mordran's thick neck as Rachel choked

him with a vice-like grip.

The noble gasped for air, his hands fumbling futilely against Rachel's

delicate, pale hand.

 

"I am a vampire, a creature of darkness.  I have powers you can only dream of,

so show some respect."

 

Rachel released Mordran, then moved in a blur again, this time seating herself

on the opposite side of the desk.  Mordran stroked his bruised neck, then

retrieved his dagger from the floor where he dropped it.  Glancing at the

blade, then at Rachel, Mordran returned the dagger to its drawer and sat down.

 

"What is this..proposal that you offer?"

 

"I know that you hunger for power, the power that only possession of the

throne can grant you.  I can give you the throne of the Eastern lands, for a

price."

 

"What is your price?"

 

"Where is Rodger Starblade and his bitch, Victoria?"

 

"That's all?"

 

"That's all."

 

"Rodger was last seen riding south, towards the coast.  Rumor says he always

wanted to visit the southern isles."

 

"I see.  Very well, I shall give you the throne now."

 

"How?"

 

"You'll see.  Be ready to move forward when the opportunity comes," replied

Rachel before she transformed into a cloud of grey mist and floated swiftly out

of the study.  Mordran remained seated at his desk, rubbing his sore throat

while lightning flashed behind him.

 

 

Lord Samson added another log to the large fireplace that sat within his

spacious study.  The rich, red drapes of his full-length window were drawn

shut, keeping out the bright lightning and cold air.  The slim noble watched

the flames crackle and dance, then took a brief sip from a glass of warm

liquor.  The sleek fabric of Samson's dark bed robe reflected the firelight as

the door to the study opened and a short, nervous girl entered.  The girl was

barely fourteen years old, with shoulder length red hair and a sprinkling of

freckles across her pert little nose.  She wore a long, brown cloak that

dripped with rain water, her body hidden within the garment's encompassing

folds.

 

"Hello, Mysta.  I'm glad that you could make it tonight."

 

"Papa got the money you sent him.  He said that I was supposed to do whatever

you asked."

 

"Good, your father is a wise man.  Here, drink some of this to warm up that

wet body of yours."

 

"I'm not supposed to drink things like that."

 

"I promise you won't get in trouble.  You'll feel much better.  Here, take a

sip."

 

Mysta reluctantly walked closer to Samson and the fireplace, then reached up

with her small hands to accept the wide glass.  Samson gave the glass to Mysta,

his eyes glowing malevolently, his retinas reflecting the burning light from

below.  Mysta sniffed the heady liquor before taking a small cautious sip.  The

drink burned down her throat to her small belly, the alcohol making her head so

fuzzy she swayed until Samson grasped her shoulders.

 

"Feel better now?"

 

"It makes me feel all warm inside," replied Mysta before she took a longer

drink.

 

Samson smiled as he untied Mysta's cloak and let it fall to the carpeted

floor.  The girl was dressed in a plain white shift, evidently Samson's

messenger had arrived just as the girl was preparing for bed.  Mysta's red hair

was glistening with water, Samson ran his hands through it, dragging the

moisture out of the girl's rich locks.

 

"You're very beautiful, Mysta, just like when I saw you at the market with

your father."

 

Mysta didn't reply, she let the fire dry her body as she sipped the noble's

drink, the liquor making her feel light and airy.  Samson took the nearly empty

glass out of Mysta's hands, then placed it on the fireplace's mantle.  He

tilted the glazed eyed girl's face up towards him, then he leaned down to kiss

her on the mouth.  Mysta moaned in protest, but didn't move while Samson sucked

on her tender lips.  He pressed the young girl's body against his, feeling her

soft curves underneath the thin shift.  Samson slid his tongue past Mysta's

slack lips while his hands lowered behind the girl to her small, taut buttocks.

He crushed the small mounds of ass flesh, his large fingers fondled and

squeezed the firm little ass cheeks.  Mysta pressed limply against Samson, her

limbs weak from drink.  Samson pulled Mysta's shift over her head, then threw

the white garment into the roaring fire.  He pushed the girl onto her knees,

then tilted her head up by her small chin.

Samson removed his undergarment, then spread the flaps of his robe open,

exposing his naked body to the swaying little girl.

 

"Suck my cock, Mysta."

 

Samson raised his hardening member with his left hand, then guided Mysta's

face to it with his right.  Mysta sniffed the moistening head of Samson's pole,

then tentatively placed her mouth over the tip.  Samson shoved his cock into

the girl's mouth, holding her head in place with his right hand.  The noble's

tool slid past Mysta's soft lips and down her narrow throat.  Samson groaned

with pleasure, closing his eyes blissfully as he thrust his cock back and forth

inside Mysta's young mouth.

 

"Suck it, suck it hard."

 

Mysta began sucking the noble's cock, her thin cheeks growing taut with her

efforts.  She licked Samson's member with her small, pink tongue, she caressed

the throbbing pole's surface until Samson nearly shot his load into her mouth.

 

"That's it.  That's a good girl," groaned Samson as he fucked the little

girl's mouth, his hands stroking her soft, red hair.  Samson shoved his cock

into Mysta's mouth again and again until he felt an orgasm growing within his

crotch.  He quickly removed his slick shaft from Mysta's

lips, then he forced the naked girl onto her back.

 

"Play with your pussy."

 

Mysta slowly lowered her right hand until she reached her red-thatched pussy.

She ran a finger up and down her cunt, then pried the lips of her slit open for

her lover to see.

 

"That's it.  Do it like the times you're all alone in your bed, when no one

can see."

 

Mysta smiled dreamily, then began rubbing her cunt harder, two little fingers

sliding up and down her delicate little pussy.  She moaned huskily, then bit

her lower lip while continuing to fondle her quivering cunt folds.  Samson

stroked his cock as he watched the girl on the floor masturbate for his

pleasure.  She stuck a finger into her moist pussy, then began shoving it in

and out until her digit was dripping with honey.  Mysta withdrew her finger

from her wet cunt, then raised the finger to her eager mouth.  She sucked her

own juices from her finger, watching the strange man touch himself as he stared

at her lewd behavior.  Mysta cupped her left breast as she returned her finger

to her throbbing pussy.  She licked the remains of her cunt juices from her

lips while she resumed finger fucking her own little pussy, the digit making

obscene squishing sounds as she dipped into her sweet honeypot.

 

Samson could wait no longer, he knelt between Mysta's outspread legs, grasped

her knees for support, then shoved his aching cock into her tight snatch.

Mysta groaned as the thick pole rammed through her narrow vagina, finally

stabbing the interior of her stomach.  The naked girl felt a spear of meat

shove back and forth inside her young body as Samson fucked her energetically,

his crotch slapping loudly against Mysta's.  Mysta moaned with each forceful

thrust, her lovely face contorted in pain while Samson rammed into her over and

over, oblivious to her pain, consumed with his own ecstatic gratification.

 

Mysta opened her eyes when the thrusting stopped, then gasped in terror when

she beheld blood gushing from the noble's torn throat.  Mysta screamed as

Samson's dead body fell atop her.

Mysta slid out from under the corpse and bit back another scream when she

discovered Rachel standing nearby, blood dripping from her sensuous mouth.

 

"Your turn, pretty," smiled Rachel hungrily before she reached out for the

shivering naked girl. 

 

Mysta shouted incoherently, jumping to her feet, then running out of the

study.  Rachel chuckled softly, licking the last drops of blood from her mouth.

Mysta ran down a long hallway, descending a wide staircase to the entry foyer.

Rachel waited in front of the door, she slashed out with a claw, ripping a

narrow stripe across Mysta's growing breasts.  Mysta yelped in surprise before

sprinting down a narrow hall near the stairs that led to the kitchen.  The

naked girl slid on the smooth floor of the kitchen, her eyes scanning the room

for any kind of weapon.  A feminine hand slid into Mysta's red hair, yanking

her head back painfully.

 

"A chase makes a victim's blood boiling hot," growled Rachel before she

plunged her fangs into Mysta's slender neck.  The girl moaned softly, her

throat and shoulder becoming numb.

Mysta quivered in Rachel's embrace as the woman fed on her blood, draining her

until her naked body turned light blue with death.  Rachel dropped the limp

female corpse onto the polished floor,

then quietly left the dark manor house.

 

 

"Four councilors dead in one night, it's incredible!" exclaimed Modran happily

as he stood in his manor's meeting chamber with his supporters.

 

"We now have complete control of the Advisory Council.  We have limitless

access to the Royal Treasury!" smiled one of Modran's cohorts.

 

"Yes, Now I have more than enough gold to hire a very competent assassin to

retire good King Flannar.  I want you to gather the funds after the council

meeting today."

 

"Can't your little pet killer eliminate the King?  She did a fine job with our

rivals."

 

"She hasn't contacted me again since last night.  She said to use the

opportunity she would provide, and I intend to do just that.  We'll vacate the

throne, then I'll take my place upon it.  There's going to be some changes

after that!"  

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