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  The Curse of the Rose

  The Rose Saga #1

  By J.A. Lynch

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  Published by Hot Ink Press

  An Imprint of Crushing Hearts and Black Butterfly Publishing

  Text Copyright 2013 by J.A. Lynch

  For Summer; my muse, my friend, my all American Southern Belle

  “Christianity has enriched the erotic meal with the appetizer of curiosity and spoiled it with the dessert of remorse.”

  Karl Kraus

  It wasn’t the first time I had done this, and to be honest, it wouldn’t be the last either. For someone who portrayed so much control to the outside world, I was far from the picture of perfection I had mastered over the years. Yes, I was graceful, and yes, I had inherited the same traits as my mother, but that was all.

  I was a monster, and craved the night and all its mystery. I savoured the moments that left my mouth wet with satisfaction and yearned for the fulfilment that I had heard so many of my kind talk about. But it was just another myth. Creatures like me, who roamed the earth, picking our food according to our inner most desires, and brandishing an insatiable thirst were never going to find the answer to our constant thirst. We were made this way, punishment for what we were, and nothing was ever going to change that.

  Pulling me out of my reverie, Batar tossed the corpse over the edge of the cliff, zipping up his pants as he winked at me.

  “You did it again, you fucking little minx,” he remarked as I rubbed the last drops of blood into my plump lips.

  “Yeah, whatever you freak,” I coyly replied as I watched the smile stretch across his face. Studying him, I knew what was going through his mind, and tried to stifle the giggles about to escape from me.

  Jumping to my feet, I waited and he pounced.

  Running in the direction of the water fall, I cleared trees, and fallen lumber, listening to his strides as they got closer to me. He was like a ferocious animal, and one that left my stomach knotted with excitement. Swiftly, I stopped and stood staring down at the tremendous crash of waves, smashing itself hard against the rocks, hissing and spouting, almost being brazen about its power; but I was more turned on than ever. From the corner of my eye, I could see his eyes shining in the darkness, watching me with his fangs protruding from his open mouth.

  Blowing a kiss in his direction I dived down, falling triumphantly with the white foam that gently brushed itself against my paled skin. Refreshing and exciting, I entered the water with ease, and waited for him.

  I could hear his voice echo in my head as I felt his hands tighten around my waist, and we both sunk further into the water.

  “Bianka,” he whispered. “You know you could never outrun me, not in a million lifetimes,”

  Sinking further into the frozen water, he turned me around, and his eyes fixed themselves onto mine, and in a moment of madness, I broke from his gaze and swam for the surface. Wrestling from his grasp, he pulled me back tight, but he knew I was more than a match for him. Punching him several times in the face, I heard the crunch of his nose breaking and laughed as I smeared the blood over his mouth and pressed my lips hard onto them.

  I loved how he tasted, the saltiness of his blood mixing with my saliva turned me on and without a second thought I pulled him closer to me. My nipples hardened as I felt his erection throbbing beneath his wet clothes. God I wanted him to take me there, fuck my brains out and leave me with an edge of satisfaction, something to ponder on in my earthly slumber.

  Furiously, he threw me on top of a rock and ripped my pants clean off, leaving my bare legs shaking from the adrenaline rushing through me. Hovering over me, he took his fingers and slid them inside my wet hotness, tracing my throbbing clitoris with his thumb; teasing me.

  Breathless, I willed him to thrust his hand harder. I wanted to feel him deep inside me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge, but instead, he took his fingers out and rubbed my wetness up over my navel, finally letting me taste myself on his beautifully crafted hands.

  Becoming wetter at the sweet scent of my own pussy, a low growl hummed from the back of my throat, and like a wild feral beast, I pushed him down hard on the wet stone, and climbed on top of him. Taking his erect shaft in my hand and rubbing the tip, I toyed with him which made my desire all the more intense. Finally, I took him inside me, and rode him hard. Pulling hard on my nipples I got closer to the point of no return, that sweet little moment when you are enthralled in pure ecstasy, ready to release all the delicious pleasure in one go.

  Roaring, Batar clenched his teeth and spat as his eyes rolled in his head, the harder I fucked him, the more intense the heat became between my legs, when in a magnificent display of pure brute force, I came. My cum slipped out of me, over his hardness and down his backside. Arching his back, he dug his nails into my hips, tearing through the flesh, and howled in the darkness of the night.

  Laughing like a crazed lunatic, I got off him and sat beside him, staring up at the moon which was now beginning to peer out at us from behind the clouds. It was a beautiful night, but not unlike the many glorious nights I had experienced over the past three hundred years.

  “Don’t you ever get tired of it?” he said as he wiped himself clean.

  “Never,” I hissed back, licking my lips; savouring the remnants of my scent. “Why? Do you?”

  Getting to his feet, he let out a long breath and then cracked the bones in his neck, “Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like if we hadn’t been ‘made’, if we had had the power to carry on with what was once life. Who knows, maybe I could have settled down, fucked one pussy for fifty or sixty years, and died a happy old man,”

  “True, but wouldn’t it have been a boring old, saggy pussy?” I remarked, and then burst out laughing. “You take things too seriously, Batar. You need to loosen up, enjoy the secrets that keep us who we are, and learn to accept it’s us against them,”

  “Them, huh? The elders can suck my cock clean,” he pouted with a fierce look in his eyes.

  “I’m not sure the King would enjoy your cum as much as me, and besides, isn’t incest forbidden among the kindred?”

  Waiting for it, he burst into laughter and held out his hand to me. Taking it, he pulled me to my feet and sighed, before tidying the hair that stuck to my forehead. “Well, when you put it like that, we’d better make haste and return to the palace before our absence is noted,”

  In a flash we were gone, running faster than time itself; silently as the world slept.

  ***

  “Another went missing last night, your majesty.” Sergei whispered in the Kings ear.

  Looking up from his fresh and bloodied steak, he caught my gaze from across the table, and scowled at me.

  “Is this your doing?” he spat as he rose to his feet, clenching his fists.

  “Why is it always my doing?” I angrily retorted, trying my best to remain serious and shocked at the accusation.

  “Why? he roared. “Because ever since you set foot in this kingdom, you’ve done nothing but feast on those that keep us safe, those who keep the world from knowing of our existence. You’ve been nothing but a burden Bianka, and I curse the day the Rose placed you in our care.”

  Sipping at my wine, I placed the glass on the table. Getting up from my chair, I looked hard into the face of the timeless cunt and curtsied before leaving the room. I could feel all their eyes on me, whispering and judging
me.

  Fucking stupid fools, I thought as I slammed the door shut and retreated back to my chamber.

  Sitting by the window, I watched the sky darken as the rain pelted hard down on the castle which had become my prison. Secretly I plotted to avenge my incarceration, pay the Royals back for the life I had been condemned with. I wanted to be free; free to run wild, to devour who and what I wanted, and more importantly, fuck whoever the hell I wanted to. Yet, I couldn’t help but think of the poor bastard that I lured from the tavern, and basically fucked him to death. Of course, this was a game Batar and I liked to indulge in, and although forbidden, we just couldn’t help ourselves.

  Sighing, I threw myself on my bed. Kind of ironic, seeing as I never slept, but dammit, the thing was comfortable, and was a great place to slip off into my own world. A place full of memories, no matter how wistful they were.

  ***

  Batar disturbed my inner sanctuary, as he slammed the door shut.

  “You’ve out done yourself now,” he said as he paced up to me.

  “Oh stop being so bloody dramatic you moron. Just spit it out,” I was pissed off and agitated and was in no mood for Batar and the fear he had of his father.

  “The mayor has requested you are put to trial. That fucking fool we lured away, turns out he was the mayors Godson..,” he panicked. “We fucking killed a nobleman’s kin,”

  Not being able to help it, I burst into laughter, holding my stomach as I watched the horror etch across his face. “Seriously? They want me to stand trial? Where’s their evidence? How can they be sure it was I?”

  Jumping from the bed, I danced across the room and picked at the dead petals gathering in a heap on the old antique dresser, which was nearly as old as me.

  “Besides, I’ll gut them all if they dare try to come near me, your father included.”

  Batar stood with his arms folded, exuberating everything I found physically attractive about him. I could smell him from before, his scent still lingered deep inside me, and I could feel the familiar sensation tingle below.

  His face changed and he bared his fangs at me, but not in the manner I was used to.

  “Do not threaten the King, Bianka. My loyalties to him run deeper than my infatuation with you.”

  Stifling a smile, I all but ran up to him and ran my nails down the side of his face. I could hear him take in a deep breath, holding it hard in his chest. Closing his eyes I felt the ripple of anger well inside him like a pool of water about to crash against glass. Grabbing a hold of my wrist, he bent it backwards, and I was almost sure I heard the bone snap.

  “What the fuck...?” I whispered in surprised dismay.

  His eyes burned red as he tightened his grip and had me crumbling to my knees, rendering me powerless; or so he thought.

  “You need to remember your place around here. What we do together does not carry any weight whilst we are in court. This is my territory Bianka - take care to remember that.”

  Bursting into raucous laughter, I pushed him hard against the wall, his heading missing the wrought iron candelabra by inches, and held his throat tightly; refusing him the air he so desperately gasped for but actually didn’t need.

  “And you ought to remember where I come from...she chose me for a reason and I carry it with great pride. You and your people need to remember your place, and we shall all get along just fine.” I lied.

  Waiting for some semblance of obedience, I loosened my grip and eased him onto his feet. I hated having to do this to him, and for a moment a shadow of regret ran through me, but only momentarily.

  Cracking my wrist back into shape, I gave him my best smile and bowed to him; mocking his nobility.

  “You do not scare me,” he seethed. “But you are not normal; you aren’t like the others,”

  “Of course I’m not,”

  “Why don’t you just go, disappear in the night?”

  “Oh, you know full well what would happen, Batar,”

  Smirking, he walked behind me, and I could feel his eyes rest on the back of my head, “But wouldn’t it be a risk worth taking?”

  Slyly, I turned my head to the side, and waited. I knew him better than he knew himself, and I could feel the beat of his cold heart flutter as perversion began to run through his mind.

  “Dying is not a risk I am willing to take, but you on the other hand; you are a threat I accept with open arms,”

  Sliding his hand down my waist, he grasped my abdomen and pulled me back, close to his chest.

  “And what of this?” he whispered as his tongue ran along my earlobe.

  “This...this is just a casualty of war,”

  Biting down hard on my neck, he drank from me, making my knees tremble.

  Gliding his hand down the side of my leg, he pulled my skirt up and slipped his finger inside my wet pussy. Gently he teased me, as I rested my head on his chest as I welcomed the inevitable. Pulling it out, he began to rub my swollen clit, slow, then fast. Bringing me closer to that beautiful moment when all my senses became one and the eruption between my legs would result in a flush of heaven seeping from inside. Arching my back, I could feel the pulsation of the electrifying pleasure spread from the tips of my toes, right through to my head, leaving me dizzy.

  “You’re like nothing I’ve ever experienced before,” he whispered breathless as he rubbed harder, circling my clit in a continuous whirlpool of excitement. Then he stopped, leaving me a tad disappointed, but then he turned the tables again.

  Kneeling down on the floor in front of me, he spread my legs apart, slithering his tongue over my pulsating pussy. God, it felt so good. Warm and moist, and velvety, his tongue travelled inside me, tasting every drop of my womanly juices. This was one of the reasons I couldn’t go; the fact that no other could take me to these heights, and satisfy the animal lust within.

  A crash of lightening struck the overcast sky, as I felt the surge of electrifying ecstasy explode. Roaring in complete rapture, I dug my nails into his head, and pushed his face harder into my pulsating pussy.

  Lost in the throes of passion, I almost didn’t notice the giggles coming from the doorway. I knew that voice, the husky yet smooth tone of Yvette, my chambermaid. She had an uncanny habit of taking a front seated view of my lustful encounters, and it was now becoming an arousing pattern of perversion.

  Batar wasn’t too keen on being a showman, and was soon on his feet, wiping his chin clean of my wetness. His eyes narrowed as he met the gaze of Yvette, who was hiding behind the drape that covered the doorway.

  “What is this?” he said, as he tried to hide his embarrassment with bravado.

  Yvette appeared from behind the curtain, staring down at her feet, her posture awkward. I could hear her heart race with fear as her hands trembled.

  “Speak girl!” Batar demanded.

  Stuttering, Yvette tried to speak, “I...I...didn’t mean - ,”

  Strolling over to the girl, I placed a firm hand around her shoulders and inhaled the fresh scent of spiced paprika and hot pepper. Something about the mixed aromas brought a vivid memory before my eyes. A rush of emotions crashed to the surface, almost knocking me off my feet. I had sworn I had locked that part of my life away, refusing to allow my subconscious to visit there. It was too painful.

  ***

  “Apa, apa,” I shouted excitedly as I ran across the cornfield, holding a golden envelope tight in my hand.

  Running up the steep stone steps, I ran straight through the konyha, and the aroma instantly hit me. Fresh gulyás simmered on the hot stove. Roza stood over her large oak table, and chopped potatoes into halves, and tossed them into a pot of boiling water, not once looking up at me. Yet her smile knew my appetite had been wetted, and I could not wait to devour my evening meal. But I was on a mission, and tightening my grip on the envelope, I ran straight into the long vestibule and met a curious Katya, who pondered snatching the goods from my hand. Not giving her a chance, I hurried up the stairs, until I found my father hunched over his scrolls
and mumbling to himself. Hearing my unannounced entrance, he peeped up from his spectacles, and gave me an inquisitive look.

  “What can I do for you, Bianka?” he asked.

  “It’s from the palace, apa. It has the royal seal!” I all but squealed with excitement.

  Smiling, he gestured for me to approach the desk, and obediently I handed the golden envelope, and waited with baited breath.

  A good three minutes passed before he spoke, “Ön idézte. eljött az idő, Bianka,”

  Stunned and rendered speechless, I sat down on one of the ornate chairs sat close to the window and stared out across the vast landscape, my gaze stopping at the castle in the far distance.

  “It’s time,” I whispered, and inside my stomach spun in circles.

  ***

  “Bianka...Bianka,” Batar’s voice brought me back to the present. Shaking my head clear of that painful, distant place, I tightened my grip on Yvette’s shoulders and pushed her hard against the bare chest of Batar, who stood like a giant over the small framed girl.

  “Yvette, explain yourself,” I commanded.

  Looking at me as confusion swept across her face, she stumbled over her words again.

  “I...the noises got my attention...then I...I just...I couldn’t stop watching,” she confessed.

  Smirking, Batar, walked around the girl, sniffing the air, and then her hair. I knew what was running through his mind. He was far too easy to read, and knowingly, I retreated to the door and nodded at him, giving him my full approval.

  Yvette looked at me with her naive frightened expression, but that was about to change. In fact, her whole world was about to change. Gasping she tried to back away from him, but he was too quick, and before she had the chance to scream or plead, Batar had her against the wall, tearing her undergarments from her body.

  Outwardly, Yvette came across as innocent and pure, but reading her mind told me a whole different story. She craved the fulfilment she saw me experience time and time again. She too, wanted Batar to take her body, and fuck her beyond her wildest dreams. And as I left the room, her moans and cries of ecstasy echoed in my head as I walked further down the darkened corridor. I began to wish that my own dreams would come true, just as the mortal’s desires became a reality, and for the first time in a long while, I felt a rage of jealousy.