Ace of Swords (Work In Progress)

Chapter Five (Part II)

I felt Drusilla's body move with need underneath me, small pleasurable gasps escaping her lips. Her fingers raked through my hair holding me to her neck as I fed like a glutton upon her blood. My hand was tucked underneath the bodice of her dress curled tightly around the soft plumpness of her breast, my thumb roughly flicking over her taut nipple. My grip had to be painful, even leaving a bruise and the imprint of my fingers on her pale skin but Drusilla was arching her back craving more of the roughness of my touch. I had woven my fingers around her hair with my free hand and I tugged it harshly from her scalp holding her in a vice grip to ensure a successful feed.

After a while, I removed my hand from her breast and gathered up the skirt of her red gown. I tore at the material of her under garments to give my fingers access to the dampness seeping between her thighs. I cupped the small tight mound of curls to her entrance and tugged sharply on them forcing a painful squeal from her lips. I felt the need to be inside her engulf my senses and parted her legs wider with the demanding kick of my foot against them. I wasted no time roughly inserting two of my fingers inside her pliant opening.

It seemed Drusilla was still a virgin. At any other time, with any other woman I would have been gentle but with Drusilla it was no matter. I wanted to hurt her. I cruelly thrust my fingers inside her to the hilt. Never penetrated before, her body jumped in a spasm of agony. She cried out and whimpered just as she had done when I had bit into her neck. I was satisfied when I felt the wetness of her tears against my cheek. Still she did not stop me and I doubted at this point if anyone could have stopped me.

It was an aggressive and distasteful lust I had for Drusilla's body. Not one I had ever felt before with a woman. I feared its strength and its repugnance. I needed to crush her, consume her whole. I wanted to place my bite all over her body and feel her blood pour from every new orifice I made. I wanted to take her sexually in every painful way I could devise, such was my need. I seemed to be fired with a potent anger that spurred my own lust. It took me a moment to realise that this reaction came from Drusilla's blood and the dark spirit of her life essence within it.

Drusilla had allowed me to go too long without blood, and what she now gave me was tainted with her demonic power forcing the beast inside me I kept leashed to rise to prominence. I hated her. My desire for her was not love not even one of pity but a forced violent compulsion. My reaction was her own deliberate doing but for all her wickedness I would not hurt her in such a brutal way. Despite her wicked desire for it. With great effort I quickly tore myself away from her throat and sat up with a growl. I wiped at my mouth and moved away from her body.

She lay motionless for a moment, I fancied surprised.

'Nathan, what is wrong? I thought . . . Tell me that you have not changed your mind and tricked me.'

She sat up. I sat next to her bending my leg so that I might rest my elbow on my knee.

'I had to stop. The blood lust is too strong. Your blood . . . it has done something to me. I am not myself. I will hurt you,' I said gruffly.

She gave a small laugh of as she leaned back on her elbows.

'I want to feel your passion, Nathan, all of it. Good or bad. You will not hurt me. I do not fear you.'

It was as though her words were a trigger. I took hold of her arms tightly and ferociously pushed her back and down onto the table banging her body and head against it. Her head rolled from side to side, dazed.

'You should be witch,' I bellowed at her as I held her there beneath me, her hands above her head.

She began to laugh, soft and low.

'That's right. That's how I need you to be. I want to feel your turmoil, your anger and your power. I feed from it just as you take my blood. It makes me strong. Now take me or I will kill Juliet without a second thought. Let go Nathan and be mine, if only to save the life of your precious queen.'

I snarled at her, hissing and baring my teeth, unable to stop my anger at her words.

'You trifle with danger, witch. When this is done and my queen is safe, I will kill you.'

Before she could speak to me again I took hold of the bottom of the skirt of her dress and began to tear it up the middle in a mad rage.

I drove myself inside her naked body like a man possessed. It was our third coupling and still her poisoned blood drove me to wanting more. I had positioned her upon my lap and thrust up inside her. The white masked guards stood motionless as statutes but they were watching with interest. For the third time Drusilla cried out her pleasure as I tensed and found my own bitter enjoyment.

It seemed her need was satiated for she slumped against me, her body damp with a fine sheen of perspiration. Her arms enveloped me as she rested her head against my shoulder. I was still hard inside her but she not seem to want me to move. I felt the cool metal of her mask press against my skin. I dropped my hands to my sides and sat lifeless upon the dining table thinking of how I had betrayed Juliet.

'Hold me Nathan,' Drusilla's voice, was sleepy, soft like that of a child who had need of comfort.

I ignored her request not wanting to comply. How could I hold someone I did not care for. It would be another betrayal. I heard her sigh.

'At least pretend I am her. Pretend that you hold Juliet in your arms. Her life depends on it, my love.'

I looked to my side and down at her with hatred and it was with disdain that I swept my fingers up her back and through her long fair hair to press her against me.

'Why do you hate Juliet so much?' I asked her in a low voice.

'Because she has everything I want. She possesses so many things that should be mine. Because she is loved by you. I want to destroy her bit by bit. I want her to feel the pain and sorrow of rejection when she learns we have been together. But it's just the start. The Queen of Talus must pay for the sins of her royal ancestors.'

'You know I won't let you destroy her,' I said firmly but quietly, frowning as I considered Drusilla's words. 'What do you mean she will have to pay for the sins of her ancestors? Did someone hurt you?' I asked with curiosity.

'Hush, knight, do not ruin the moment. At least, allow me to pretend that you are mine.'

I said nothing else. Perhaps in time I could get her to reveal more. Maybe I would then find a way to escape and protect Juliet and her throne. Juliet would now know of my actions. I hoped with all of my heart she would in time forgive me.

We sat for a while. I thought Drusilla asleep against my shoulder but she suddenly stirred and sat up.

'We must hurry. A visitor is coming soon. You must bathe and be properly attired Nathan.'

She moved off me and slid with elegant grace from the table to stand upon the floor. One of her guards held her cloak and moved forward to drape it around her bare shoulders. She wrapped it around her body and gave a small excited jump.

'Who is this visitor who makes you so excited? ' I asked feeling a sudden anxiety quicken in my stomach once again.

'It is your queen, Nathan, ' she told me gleefully. 'She means to fight me for you,' she sounded in awe. 'She must really love you, Nathan to risk such a dangerous enterprise on her own.' This is going to be so much better than I planned. Now I have her exactly where I want her.'