No matter how much Vivian tried, she couldn't look away from Queen Guinevere. Her magnificent beauty was as appealing as the smell of fresh blood, gushing out of a gaping wound as the heart pumped even faster, trying to survive the mammal, but only worsening things in the process. Vivian focussed her gaze, which allowed her to see the Queen clearly, while the rest of the surroundings blurred.
The Queen was facing back at the moment and as much as she would love to appreciate the slender curve of the back, Vivian's eyes stared at the tiny rose… It was blood rose to be precise, one of the ancient symbols of Vampirism. Vivian knew it wasn't possible to get tattooed as a Vampire, since a nearly perfect healing scar is the only mark a Vampire can ever have but it was nowhere near those beautiful red petals on her back.
It must only mean one thing. She had them even before she became a Vampire. Was she marked by a cult? Some that sell humans to Vampires to gain favor from them. Vivian wondered. She didn't get much time to wonder, as Queen Guinevere rose from her bathtub, and headed for her gown. Or at least that's what Vivian presumed, she didn't have much time to ponder as she found her gaze fixed at the round buttocks of the Queen.
Vivian felt a desire run through her, a desire to touch them, but she refrained herself, with much power from doing so. One of the things that separates a Vampire from a human is their inability to go against their impulses and urges. You feel something attracting you, you rush towards it without a second thought.
Queen Guinevere, was about to turn around, when using her power of speed, Vivian rushed back to her room. What she didn't realize was that amidst her peeking her vest got stuck on the doorknob, and while she made a run for it, it got stuck. And somehow that piece of clothing didn't miss the scanning gaze of the Queen.
She plucked the linen off the doorknob, and sniffed. Who dared peek at her when she was bathing? She needed to know. Sniffing it confirmed that it was a new smell, but not unfamiliar, as it was the same scent she had inhaled while kissing her bride at the wedding ceremony. "The naughty little snooper." The queen commented.
She quickly put herself in one of her satin gowns and walked towards the infirmary. She drank some of the blood stored there, and with her lips stained red from blood she headed back to Vivian's room, who herself had been busy braiding her hair. "Your Majesty." As soon as Vivian noticed the Queen she turned around and bowed.
"Aren't you curious why I am here"? Queen Guinevere asked.
"I am." Vivian nodded.
"I wanted to return this to you." Queen Guinevere handed Vivian the piece of clothing, and smirked. It took Vivian a minute to understand what it might be, but as soon as it hit her, Vivian's eyes widened. "My Queen, this…" she hesitated, trying to explain."
"You know what the punishment is for violating my privacy?" Queen Guinevere smirked. Vivian didn't bother to reply, and kept staring below. "I rip 'em apart limb by limb" she scoffed.
Vivian cursed herself mentally as she found herself getting closer to her death. Vivian had long plans in this Castle, so she couldn't believe that she didn't even survive a day. Maybe she could go on her knees and beg for forgiveness? Vivian wondered.
"Look up, my little bride." Queen Guinevere ordered her bride. Vivian complied as asked and simply stared at the unforgiving reddish eyes of the Queen. "Just because you are my bride doesn't imply you should peek," she smirked.
"Forgive me, my Queen." Vivian blurted, biting her lips to the point of bleeding.
"My sweet darling, you shouldn't have peeked…" Queen Guinevere smirk increased as she leaned into Vivian's ears, "We are married, you should have joined me instead." the queen teased.
"Are you saying…?" Vivian's breath hitched, as she processed the words of the queen.
With a smirk, she undid her gown, revealing a purple lace lingerie, caressing her intimate parts, giving Vivian a perfect view. Queen Guinevere approached her and slid back from her right, as she stood behind Vivian. Putting both of her hands on Vivian's shoulder, she whispered in Vivian's ears.
"We are yet to consummate our marriage." the Queen remarked, "Don't you think we should get to it."
"Are you certain my queen?" Vivian asked, giving the queen one last chance before she gave into her basic urges and ravaged the Queen of the entire Vampire kingdom.
In response, the Queen undid the tie of Vivian's vest and pulled the top of her shirt to expose her shoulders, "Are you certain that you can take me"? In a hauntingly seductive voice, the Queen whispered.
Vivian let out a smirk, which Queen Guinevere failed to notice, and in a swift motion pushed the Queen onto the bed. While The Queen was barely covered, Vivian had everything over her, an obstruction the queen very clearly loathed. Vivian's eyes glowed in a shade of maroon, before she jumped onto the plump lips beneath her.
For someone who was against marrying a woman, the Queen responded with equal vigor and soon she found her own hands gnawing and tearing away the fabric on Vivian's body. It might have been merely a few seconds before both of them laid over with each other, with nothing but undergarments. "Shall we get rid of them"? Vivian asked with a smirk.
In a reply, Queen Guinevere undid the bra of her partner, using her hand which was busy tracing the spine of her bride a while ago.