Jade was in bliss.
Malcom loved her as no man ever had loved, save I.
Weeping in joy, my bride made demands. “You can’t ever hurt him. Never.”
“As you wish.”
Blubbering, extremely cute, and every bit the embarrassing mother at a wedding, Pearl added, “Men don’t… they don’t think of women as he thinks of her. He sees beyond her beauty or what she can do for him.”
Black talon tracing her cheek, I said, “Come now. I love you even beyond the ways in which he loves her. And you know that.”
“But you are not a man.” As if that might make her not realize her slip.
The very slip that brought a frightening grin to my lips. Sharp teeth on display, I let a black forked tongue trace my lips. “You know I love you.”
She wouldn’t lie. She wasn’t capable of it. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be shy. “I know you think you do.”
Taking her chin, I turned her back to the spectacle. To Jade and Malcolm.
He offered his naked throat to his queen.
As she nuzzled in, he found the place where her collar split just enough, where fangs placed with infinite care could be snapped off by the prey, daring enough to try to drink from such a guarded throat.
He pierced her flesh delicately. She tore at his—an expected statement, considering their vastly different stations. And they fed.
The sucking sounds were suggestive to an extreme, inspiring the onlookers to begin their own feast, whether with lovers or upon those humans delivered as snacks.
One moment, the couple was feasting on one another. The next, Malcom manhandled his queen into his arms.
They vanished into the night.
After her daughter was gone, as Pearl processed, it was the first time I had ever heard regret in my bride’s mind for her shortened fangs. Imagination full of her own potential wedding, she knew there was no skin she might break.
“I would slit my throat before every last one of my chattel. You could drink me to death.” Every word sang through my being.
She turned in my arms yet kept her eyes on where the ribbons of my shirt still smoked. “Don’t be silly.”
The tip of my thumb delved into her mouth, the world blocked out so none might see or hear. Wings raised so even the sky had no access to my female, I pressed the pad of that thumb to her sad fang. “They will grow back. Until then, cut me to ribbons in any way you please.”
Shy blue eyes went from cracked, fiery chest to my hideous face. “This has been the strangest night of my life.”
All that, spoken around the digit that still teased at her slight fang. That pressed until my skin gave the flavor of her favorite treat.
Not that my delicate flower would suck me before the crowd.
Kidding. She was already licking at the droplet. The poor dear had absolutely no control once she had a taste of me.
Who would blame her? I was hideously delectable.
“I’m going to fuck you here. On this ground. Where everyone will see it,” I told her as her pupils blew on the high of a God’s blood. “And you will be angry with me for it later.”
“No.”
“But my hand is already up your skirt.” And it was. A very human-looking hand attached to a very human-looking body. That had a human-looking cock that she already fingered, unaware that she was addicted.
Everyone fell into states of undress.
Pearl’s first orgy.
I let her keep her ripped crimson dress, working myself in after her back hit the planks of the platform created for the wedding.
One thrust saw me deep in my bride’s body before she might recognize the depravities I pulled her down to.
Blood-red satin singed and bundled to her waist, I thrust like a king might into a serving wench he favored. The girl was shocked. The girl’s mind trying to catch up as things took place beyond her ken.
Pearl keened, cunt weeping about my human girth.
The cry was not for my tricks. It was for my falseness. This was not my cock. This was not my body. But I made a show for all to see. Her perfect tits bounced from the tears in her bodice I had prepared for just this moment.
At no time did she fight back. Instead, she tilted her hips so it might end all the sooner and she might die of shame in private.
Rough, because she needed rough as the moans, hisses, and screams of pain rose up on that platform, I took her chin and forced.
My Pearl liked to be forced.
A dark secret I had manipulated to my advantage. “We celebrate.”
A tear escaped the corner of her eye.
“They have to see me this way, my soul. They have to watch me ride you as if I was one of them.” I was so close to spilling, just to end this. “I will fuck you into the next century day and night, while you feed on me until I am sad skin on old bones. Cry harder. I will finish sooner. And they who do not know me will see and respect the claiming.”