MISHA
It had been long since I've sought out the company of a woman. This constant longing now seemed much more insufferable than before. My mind drifted to Osha, not once had I ever imagined that I would stoop to this low. She wasn't even the same species to be direct, yet here I was yearning for her touch. One could say I held a soft spot for her, but it was mostly a strange form of lust that drove me. After her outburst earlier I went in search of release. Observing the vampyr females I passed whilst roaming the grounds, I finally came across a brunette, close enough, her frame was endowed with curves and her golden skin made her appear warm. My face being well known had its merits, she was more than eager to accompany me. She was not shy in the slightest, clinging to me, pushing her breasts into my arm. She was more of the same, my annoyance grew. I didn't care to know her name or where she came from nor did I ask. I gave her no affections upon returning to my chambers, she caught on quite swiftly, resulting in her removing her clothing. I studied her, attempting to somehow morph her into Osha. Once I drank from her, the memory of her and my brother ceased to fade from me. The way her tiny pink nipples resembled rose buds, her alabaster body moving in rhythm with his, her mouth open, moans filling the chambers. There. I gave the brunette little time to react, shoving her over my bed. She was wet for me, making it easy for me to enter. Once inside I began to move myself, flashes of Osha driving me further and further in.
I could sense Osha nearby, my senses stretched out revealing her aura leading to Pasha's chambers. This small act sparked something within me, after all this time, she still sought him out. How much longer would she cling to his memory, how long would she mourn the loss of his company? He'd long since been gone yet there she was, in his bed, pining for him. I felt the bitter chill of my hate frosting my insides, I loved my dear brother but I could not cease the ever growing resentment towards him. The eve of every month I'd receive word from him bringing news of the front. We had been working together in the shadows, currying favor with our army's officials to overthrow our King and Queen. It had proven quite the task but Pasha's decorated past gave us a proper standing. The vampyr court were more progressive than their rulers making for already troubled waters, then I cast my stone in. Among the revolutionists, were those who clung to the past, who in turn sided with their King and Queen in all matters. The court was torn into two factions however, it was concealed for fear of a proverbial witch hunt. Little did my peers know that I held the key to their undoing. The correspondence between Pasha and I continued this way, even still, and at the end of every letter was his usual inquiry about Osha. A wave of shame washed over me, I'd never shared the fact I've heard from him with Osha, a part of me wanted her to forget him. I wanted her to rush to my chambers, climb into my bed and long for me, to devote her very being to me. She belonged to me, it was as if it'd been written in stone already. I was her true master, even knowing what Pasha and I had discovered, she was still mine.
The Brunette beneath me began screaming as I pounded relentlessly into her, my body rigid with tension. Only another vampyr could withstand my release, the frailties of Osha's human body kept me from her. I knew I couldn't keep this up for long for one day I'd abandon all reason and take her for myself resulting in her imminent death. Unless... I could change her...
My mind plagued by the image of turning her, I drove further into my concubine. Yes my little pet, hear what it sounds like to be fucked by me as you lay in my brother's bed. I could feel alarm ringing through her aura. Yes that's it... Hastily upon her coming approach I shifted myself to my chair beside the fireplaces beckoning the concubine to follow. She pouted at my abrupt halt to her pleasure, kneeling in front of me. "Take me in your mouth, make good and I'll fuck you until you can't take it any longer."
With the dramatic swing of my chamber door, she appeared. Osha's expression was a priceless jewel, eyes wide, mouth agape, and that fucking candelabra. Did she confuse cries of pleasure for pain? A woman such as herself being unable to differentiate the two seemed almost comical. I suppressed a laugh as best as I could, what harm did she expect to inflict? Her face as flush with pink, upon closer inspection through my senses I could pick up traces of alcohol. What a minx, it was forbidden for one of her race to enjoy such pleasures. Her eyes trailed towards my company, narrowing at the familiarity of her touch, was she angry perhaps? My eyes locked with Osha's, I wove my finger into my company's hair making take me further in her mouth. That's right my pet, watch. She stumbled back slightly, in a huff she threw the candelabra with all her might, which was enough confirmation of her wrath. The concubine turned at the clatter of it at her feet. I could practically feel the flames of her fury licking at me, in one clumsy movement she withdrew slamming the door in her wake.
"What was that about?" Brunette purred, saliva dripping from her lips. Declining her any response with my increased speed I spun her, positioning her in place where I just sat. I brought my face between her thighs, from my touch within minutes she reached the summit of her climax. I had no doubt in my mind that Osha heard every pulse of her orgasm. Just as I was between Brunette's thighs I left her swimming through the lush waves of her release. I stooped over the basin of water, cleansing myself of her. "You may leave now." I dismissed, patting my face with a cloth. She flinched at my bluntness, obliging me still she fixed her appearance and left me to my thoughts. Later on, I'd waited until I heard the usual rhythm of Osha's breathing as she fell asleep in Pasha's room. Once she was well into her sleep I made my way towards his room like a thief. I carefully and silently cracked the door to see her body lazily thrown across the bed, her hair in a tangled mess and tears that stained the fabric beneath her. The way she recoiled from me earlier bothered me more than I was willing to admit. I couldn't lose her, not for a second. So once again I preformed my dark deed to keep her together. I sought to cloud her thoughts, making the conversation of her mother disappear into some remote corner in her mind. I shoved it there, focusing my will to keep it contained. "Not yet." I whispered. Like the snap of a string I pushed the memory further and further until it popped into place, unnatural as it was there, I left it. "You're mine Osha, you always have been."