My cock twitched at that, but I wasn't the only one. Parris was well endowed and every inch of him was hard beneath the expensive fabric of his slacks.
"Seems you want to feast from her too," I mused, staring at his growing bulge. He didn't even make a move to cover it.
"Hmph. Fuck her if you will, we just can't kill her," he said, adjusting his pants.
"Is that your deal, then? Fuck, but don't suck?" I couldn't help but laugh, all of that just to get me to agree not to bite her. Gladly. I prefer to cut them anyway. Cut and fuck as they scream below me.
"You can't kill her, Aldric. You know we need her."
"We?" I laughed again, Parris blanching as he realized his misstep a second too late. "And what do we need her for?"
"The same thing," Parris said quickly. His voice didn't shake, but the panic in his eyes nearly gave his lie away. "To stop Theon."
Cute little Parris stood there, quaking in his boots as I stepped to him, pulling my knife out so it pointed at the air between us. So it pointed at him. This time the grey sheen of his skin turned white, his eyes darkening dangerously as he stared me down.
"That's where you are wrong," I snarled, watching him flinch as I stepped closer. Watching my women writhe below me would always remind me of my power, but seeing Parris wilt was filling me with it.
The fools had almost deceived me.
If only Parris hadn't given them away.
"I do not want to stop Theon, I want to beat him at his game." I expected Parris to step back, to wilt, to lie, but he just stood there, smiling even as I stepped right up to him, the tip of my knife wiggling underneath the button on his suit coat.
"Don't kill her, and perhaps we can do both. Perhaps we can all take what we want."
I froze, the smug grin of the Synian King before me growing as I dropped the knife. "If I didn't know any better I would say that those who think you are working with them might be mistaken."
He only smiled.
"Don't kill her, Aldric." Was all he said before he left, leaving me alone.
I stood there, staring at the wall, the knife still held beside me, the taste of her blood still strong on my tongue. A flavor that was growing stronger with each shaky inhale. I could still smell the dewy aroma of her in the room, still feel the softness of her silver hair against my fingers.
Gods, I needed her. I needed her flesh. I needed her blood, and she had been ripped from me. I had been left wanting.
I would make them all pay. Garret, Parris, and her. I would have them all screaming by the end, but in that moment all I needed was release.
Pulling the full speed of a Synian into effect I raced down one hall and then another. Racing not toward the halls where the Blood Maidens were kept, but toward the wing where my coven slept, and the one Synian that might be able to give me release.
Grina was in his room, a female folded over the footboard as he slipped his cock into her exposed and waiting pussy. She moaned as he entered her, her eyes widening as she looked toward the intruder. Fear colored her features, the pleasure Grina’s cock was giving her fading as she watched me approach. Just seeing her fear, scenting it in the air, was not helping my already burning need.
"What is it, my King?" Grina asked between thrusts, his voice a growl as he impaled the busty brunette again and again.
"I need release," I moaned, standing beside the woman on the bed, my knife already running over her skin. "Is this one available?"
"Get in line." Grina reached forward, gripping the woman's hair and pulling her up as she screamed, as the long length of his cock slid in and out of her in an aggressive motion.
Slipping onto the bed, I positioned myself below the woman, exposing myself to her as Grina released her hair and I lowered her right onto my cock. Her mouth opened without command, her tongue slipping over the cold skin of my shaft as she lowered onto me. With each of Grina's thrusts she was pushed onto me. My cock slipped over her tongue and against the back of her throat before she would pull away.
"My, my, that won't do," I said through a moan as Grina slammed himself into her, pressing her onto me. I grabbed her head before she could pull back, slamming her onto my cock, and my cock into her throat.
She screamed in panic, the sound of pain as I continued to thrust myself deeper into her mouth, Grina deeper into her pussy. She screamed in a sound that was both pain and pleasure, and still we pressed against her, my knife cutting and a line down her back.
The scent of her blood was everywhere, the delicious tang of it filling the air as we came, as we bowed to the feast of the woman who we filled with our cum. Who bled out before us.
I drank eagerly, her blood coating everything as I tasted her. As I devoured her, her mouth still wrapped around my cock.
But it wasn't enough.