Todos los capítulos de Vampire Empire: Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

My heart got heavier when I heard her sobbing, but I didn't stop. Instead, I sucked it deeper into my throat and moistened it as best I could.“Begging louder, Isles. It feels so good! ”Moaned King Michellé, clutching the upholstery of the couch with relish as I massaged his two highly functional balls."God ... I don't want to see that ... no ..."As best I could, I blocked out her fearful noises and devoted myself entirely to my master. I gently massaged, licked and sucked at full strength until Michellé pushed my head roughly away from him.“Not so fast, Gerard. The finale belongs entirely to your sister. ”I heard Isles suck in a breath of fresh air and her voice cracked in rejection. The king rose unabashedly and left his trousers, like me, unnoticed, while he turned completely to his little princess. Expectantly, he stretched out all his splendor towards her, Isle's gaze still forced on me. That didn't ma

“It's a little dusty. I haven't been here for a long time. ”Gerard switched on the overhead lights and bolted the thick door behind the two of us. The room I was in now hardly differed from the one in which I had just been abused. Oh well. Except for the thick layer of dust, which was almost ... everywhere.Sighing, I reached into a cobweb, which was also completely dusty, and held it under Gerard's nose. "How long is 'already long'?"With an expression I couldn't read, he took the weave from me and just let it fall to the floor. “A few decades.” He admitted and set about creating clean surfaces. I didn't see him moving, but I was all the more astonished when suddenly surfaces were freed from their gray coat and Gerard dragged in a vacuum cleaner.Somehow ... I liked ... the thought of Gerard cleaning. Especially since it seems to be generally messy. In his room I hadn't really paid attention to the few straight, unused surfaces, such as

The news, in ancient Greek, shocked me more than anything else in the world. It was just a single, rather long word and it meant something like 'forced sleep'. Nothing that one wished for. Especially not as a vampire!I slid silently through the large room, from one corner to the other, feverishly wondering what I could do. I didn't mean to force Isles to sleep. Not after she'd just seen my king's true face.Why did he have to be so cruel to her? I knew, of course, that Isles was only two years old. That's nothing compared to my old one, let alone the king's. Now did he want to send her into a two year forced sleep as well? Two years! What this did to a vampire body ... just terrible!Not being able to drink anything for two years drove all your blood out, you mummified in your own body, half conscious, half in a kind of twilight sleep brought about by your own mind so as not to go mad. The veins constrict because there is no more blood flowing through them, the

I'll punish you both for that later." I hissed, pulling Isles in front of me so I could cover her mouth and at the same time press her against the wall. Now, hopefully, she couldn't think of anything at all."You could also make it easier for yourself." Manon said mockingly. She meant more difficult. If Isles publicly repeated what she had thrown at the king's head, in the form of original insults, before I got her out of the room, there would be other things, much worse things to be said afterwards.I hurriedly typed in the code, had my hand scanned and literally flew with it into the entrance to the first basement. "Why did you lie so?" Isles hissed at me as soon as the door closed behind us and I let go of it.“You insulted and threatened the king and did not swear allegiance to him. So I wasn't lying. ”However, she was not deterred. “You know what I'm talking about. He abused me! This pig should do more than just suffer! ”

Slowly he pulled the dress from my shoulders, and I felt his fingers brushing my arms. He could do this all day for me! “I don't hate you, Gerard. I just don't understand how you could allow yourself to be so enslaved that you even think the king's judgment was justified. ”I jumped up so Gerard could pull the dress over my bum and shivered. It was really cold in here."Do you really think you can read my mind, Isles?" He spoke to me at stomach level, which didn’t help my body shaking. However, all of a sudden I was no longer cold, I even felt a little comfortable standing in front of him so defenseless. I didn't need to fear Gerard. At least I clung to that glimmer of hope.I tried to cover what was possible with my hands. Quite unsuccessful. "At least you seem cold and relaxed about everything Michellé commands." And he did it without hesitation. Again I had this picture in mind! When he just got on his knees for the king and didn't even get a

Seven hours later, I was still behind Isles, who was lying there more annoyed and hungry instead of finally relaxing. I knew that it was far from possible for Isles to slip into such a sleep, not even a hundred year old, or even I, with mine, more than three hundred years, knew if I could already do it. Still, I stayed with her. Maybe I was just trying to put it off. I didn't want to leave her alone, I wanted to stay with her. At least until her body began to experience my touch as uncomfortable. Maybe I took advantage of the situation a little too much, massaging her head, neck, shoulders and arms. She said nothing against it, but seemed to still enjoy it even after seven hours while I kept telling her something.How I came up with the idea of telling her about my parents, I no longer knew at all. It just happened and I liked it. How she lay there ... so calmly, her heart beating wildly whenever I stroked a more sensitive area. It sounded absurd, but I would like to continue

 turned to leave to give her some peace and quiet for the next two years, but then I noticed a strange smell of blood. Curiously, I allowed myself to be taken back to Isles. I gently picked up the silk blanket to see if I had forgotten anything, but couldn't see anything straight away. No trace of blood, nothing. I walked around her, repeatedly lifting the cloth, maybe something had spilled on the floor? Again nothing. However, when I tapped the table with my fingers, I noticed that this smell was also attached to me. I looked at my hands in surprise and realized that I had some dried blood under a nail. Where did that come from? But not ... Did I hurt her? I never wore long nails, to be honest, I even chewed them off.One, hopefully, last time, I pushed the silk scarf up her hip and gently pushed her legs apart. It was just a thin trickle that had found its way, yet the scent was unmistakable. It was her blood.But why? I couldn't have hurt her down there, or ...

I stretched out my arms and hugged them tightly. “You don't like it. So I'll curb myself. ”Confused, she looked up at me and tilted her head. "But that makes you weaker." Her arms hung down beside her motionless and her head moved curiously, like a wolf's. She seemed so innocent, vulnerable. Almost like an animal, but with a dangerous intelligence in its eyes. An intelligence that I have fallen for years."I'd rather be weaker than annoy you, dearest she-wolf."Now she was finally enchanted with the long-awaited smile on her lips. She stretched a few inches because we were almost the same size and put her lips on mine. For a moment we dropped into that sweet, innocent kiss and it made me sigh with satisfaction. "You always have to worry about you." She scolded half-heartedly and bedded her face on my shoulder.I gently stroked some new scars on her body. Such a sentence, of all people ... .......Grumbling, he walk

But now? Who the mother is that person? “Gerard? Is that really you? ”I closed the door behind me in case someone should have followed me.Sighing, Gerard leaned over Isle's head and rested his forehead on hers. “I screwed up a lot, Louis. The king will finally get my head for that. ”I stepped up to the lifeless body and removed the silk scarf from Isle's face. She was sleeping. She lay there very still, without breathing, without any movement. "You ... Isles is sleeping?" I couldn't believe I was saying this about a two year old! That is impossible in every sense.Gerard nodded in the dim light. “I showed her the exercise you taught me. And ... now she's sleeping. ”Indisbelief, my fingers stroked Isle's cheek. She didn't move a bit and looked like she was going to jump up at any moment and scream loudly “Fucked!”. You're welcome! Let this happen now!I waited a moment, but nothing happened. "Y-You

Something warm, almost hot, ran down my throat, lured me out of my wonderful dream, but I didn't want to wake up at all. I felt as if I hadn't slept for too long and now they woke me up way too early. Do you know that? You are up for a whole day and then after twenty-four or more hours you fall into bed? Then you seep away, are flooded with dreams, but suddenly some tramp thinks that you have slept enough? But your body refuses to get out of this deep sleep phase?That's how I felt right now. I didn't want to wake up. I refused stubbornly, but the liquid in my throat urged me to do so. It almost choked me and I forced my eyes open. However, all I saw was black. Nothing reminded me of anything and for a moment I thought I was still dreaming. Was I in a dungeon? The walls looked cold and not exactly trustworthy. But I also didn't have the feeling that they were supposed to convey "comfort".Slowly my gaze wandered deeper because I saw something in the corner of my eye. T