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"Nadja please..." Nandor begged, throwing his hands up in frustration and entering the throne room in a huff. "Don't you Nadja please me you great big bloody donkey. How could you let them trample all over you like that? We're supposed to be the LEADERS of the VAMPERIC COUNCIL for fuck sake. Did you forget?" Nadja followed close behind, showing no signs of relenting. The tension between them was thick and electric. It had been yet another day of clashing heads while dealing with their council duties. Nandor wanted to be seen as a cunning, fair, and strong leader while it seemed to him all Nadja cared about was that they were feared and followed without question. Nadja just longed to be looked upon with respect and competence and felt Nandor cared more for his reputation and wanted to be the favorite.
The throne room and empty and dimly lit by the few lingering candles burning away on the walls. The morning was still a few hours off, but since council duties were done for tonight everyone had headed home except for Nadja and Nandor. They needed to put their luxurious white leader robes back and it seemed they were headed for another fight they would rather have in private. While the Guide was used to their squabbles, they liked to keep up appearances with the other members.
"Well excuse me for not wanting to rip the hearts out of everyone who has a different opinion, Nadja." Nandor said turning around and facing the oncoming fury like the magnificent leader he was. "That was one fucking time and that little shit had it coming and you know it!" Nadja threw back and squinted angrily into Nandor's eyes. Her stomach gave a little lurch.
She had been feeling so strange lately. She loved the power and attention that being in the council was bringing and under different circumstances, she'd even say she liked spending more time with Nandor. But she hated being away from her Laszlo so much. She hated that she had to step up and make the tough decisions while Nandor got to hem and haw over things like stupid bloody vampire ice cream. She thought this job would help her feel like she hadn't been wasting her eternal life all these centuries. Instead, it left her feeling like she was filled with a soggy onion emotional soup.
Nandor was surprised by the quick flashes of emotions crossing Nadja's face. It was true they didn't spend much time together these past few decades, but they had been together long enough for him to usually be able to read her. Anger, lust, and determination were usually what the world saw from her but for a second he thought he saw some sadness there. He was lost in thought for longer than he intended and came back to Nadja still yelling.
"Are you even listening to me? How am I supposed to lead with someone who can't even LISTEN!" Nadja boomed and proceeded to let loose a guttural cry of frustration. Nandor grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her against the nearest wall with a slight thud. Nadja was shocked into a momentary silence with her mouth wide open and a look of disbelief on her face. Nandor was a little shocked by his actions but knew he had to see this thru now. "Nadja can you please just calm down, you're giving me a headache!" he inflected and stared into her eyes.
He often forgets how beautiful she is, especially her eyes which are almost like two liquid pools of gold and honey. He can see how Laszlo was so willing to be turned by her. He remembers what they look like in the throes of passion before she cums, they burn so brightly it's almost like they glow.
They've had their moments together before, mostly in the confines of the vampire orgies with the others around taking their pleasures amongst each other. Other times it was her, Laszlo, and himself spending many hours in a tangle of limbs, leaving them pleasantly exhausted. There was also the time they got carried away when he comforted her after Laszlo left her all alone just to skip out on paying his debt.
"If you would like to keep those hands of yours you better fucking get them off of me." Nadja told him in a deadly calm voice, but her eyebrow arched in interest. "I...uh...umm..." Nandor mumbled and looked slightly alarmed from his hand on her shoulders to her eyes and back several times. Nadja let out a dejected sigh. "That's what I thought. Go on then like a good little boy and go get ready to go home so I don't have to listen to you anymore tonight..." Nandor interrupted her by placing his index finger on her lips.
Once again Nadja was stunned into silence. "Don't you ever get tired of talking and complaining and goading?" Nandor questioned as his eyes zeroed in on Nadja's mouth. Her blood-red lips looked so lush and inviting. He imagined them stretched around his cock and a bolt of desire shot thru him. "Maybe you just need someone to shut you up now and then huh?" he mused, trading his index finger for his thumb and rubbing it slowly across her lips, smearing the lipstick slightly. Another bolt shot thru him as she slipped out her pink tongue to first lick his thumb and then to draw it into her mouth as she sucked it lightly, looking up into his eyes with feigned innocence. He was lost in his daydream again when he should have known better. He only saw a flash of impish delight before she bit down on his thumb, drawing a small gush of blood.
"Oww, Nadja! That really hurt!" Nandor bellowed before it was his turn to be grabbed by the shoulders and pushed non too gently into the wall Nadja once occupied. "I know you think you're the oh so impressive Nandor the fucking Relentless but there's not a man alive who has shut me up and lived to see another day." Nadja fumed. "And if we're going to do this, we're going to follow the rules like always. You be a good little donkey shit and do what I say when I say it." She was inching her face as close as she could with their height difference with her fangs bared in a seductive hiss. "What if I said no?" Nandor inquired, face taking on a hardened expression. "What if I said we do this but this time by my rules. Don't you ever get tired of ordering everyone around? You've got your husband wrapped around your little finger and men and women alike are ready to jump at your call. What if it's your turn to be ordered around and to beg for release?" Nandor almost purred in a deadly and hypnotic voice while he trailed his hand up her arm and up the side of her neck to settle cupped against her cheek. Nadja gave an indignant huff. "And just who exactly is going to make me beg? You?" But Nandor could see her thinking it over and knew it was time to take it up a notch.
Nandor gave her cheek a gentle caress that Nadja leaned into ever so slightly like a cat until he moved to wrap his hand around her neck. "You think I can't?" he growled leaning down to whisper into her ear. "I had 37 wives who would fight tooth and nail for my affection. I fucked women all across the lands from delicious street urchins up to Queens in their King's bed. A spoiled little brat like you would be so easy to make scream and beg for my mercy." He took a nip at the shell of her ear and felt a shiver run thru her body. He pulled back and met her gaze. She searched his face and for a moment he thought she was going to say no. Then she gave a small shake of her head.
"What was that?" He said in a commanding boom. "Ye-yes" she stuttered. "Yes what Nadja? What do you want me to do?" "Yes Nandor, I want you to make me beg. I want you to fuck me till I can't bloody think straight. I don't want to be in charge, I want you to punish me for being such a naughty girl." she said in a rush. If he didn't know her better, Nandor would have thought she was embarrassed by her admission. He squeezed her throat a little tighter and delighted in the moan that turned into a gasp as she once again bared her fangs and let her head drop back to fully enjoy the tension from his fingers around her neck. Oh, Nadja thought to her herself, this was going to be delicious.
He slowly released his grip on her throat and trailed a finger down her beautiful neck and came to the clasp that held her cloak in place. He nimbly undid it and watched it silently fall to the ground.
Unsure of what to do with herself, Nadja had a moment of panic where she thought she'd call this off and tell Nandor either she was in charge or they'd have to call it a night. She wasn't used to being the one waiting for instructions. It wasn't altogether unpleasant, but it made her feel vulnerable and that was one thing she never liked to feel. She started to open her mouth to tell him just that when Nandor stopped her with a withering look. "You are not to speak unless I tell you to. And IF I tell you to it will be with either a Yes or a No and nothing more. Do you understand?" "Yes but.." Nadja started. "No, but, and this is your final warning. Anymore breaking of the rules will lead to... punishment." Nador stated as he reached out and pushed a lock of her hair off her shoulder. Nadja's nipples tightened at the thought of what this punishment could mean.
Nandor took a deep breath and stepped away from Nadja and strode towards the throne in the middle of the room. Once he was in front of it with his back towards her, he took his cloak off and quickly unzipped his robe. It slid off him like liquid flowing over his muscles and pooling at his feet. Nadja couldn't help but admire the view. Even in his undead state, his skin still held the echo of a delicious golden bronze and while he wasn't as fit as in his glory days, he was still built like the statues she had seen in her childhood. If her gaze stayed on his impressive ass longer than anywhere else, no one could blame her. He sat down, completely naked, on the fur-covered throne. She hated to admit it, but he looked like he belonged there. She imagined what he would have looked like, giving his orders and taking what he thought was rightfully his. A shiver of pleasure and guilt came over her. It shouldn't turn her on this much, her village had fallen to his siege. But she could feel herself becoming wet at the thought all the same.
Nandor looked up, beautiful onyx eyes were aglow with lust and power. "Take that off and come stand before me." He commanded softly. Nadja began to slowly unzip her robe, hips swaying hypnotically as she walked toward him. Each inch she unzipped revealed her beautiful pale skin, tho her's still carried the faint olive complexion of her people too. Nandor's mouth watered as the soft side curves of her breasts were revealed and he continued to stare as the zipper stopped just below her belly button. She made a show of sliding her supple arms out of the sleeves and letting them fall to her waist.
She was bare from the waist up, apparently deciding to forego any undergarments today as well. He'd have to keep that information tucked away in his mind the next time she was driving him up a wall. Her nipples had tightened in the cold air of the chamber and their dusty rose peaks were calling to him. He licked his dry lips and let out a raspy command. "Don't be a tease Nadja, I said take that off." She brought her long black nails around the hem of her waist, dipping beneath the silken fabric to gently and ever so slowly loosen it to slide over her gorgeously full hips. Ah, he gave a gentle huff of appreciation, there she is.
In all their time together he had seen her pubic hair in every form imaginable. When's one appearance never changes aside from your hair, you tend to get a little more creative. He never knew if she would be a thick forest of jet black curls, smooth and hairless as marble, or if she had gotten bored and bleached in and formed it into whatever shape she could think of. While she wasn't bleached, her black curls had been cut short and formed into a little heart at the top where her clit lay just a few inches below.
"Beautiful." he mused as she came to a stop before him. She hummed back in approval and he shot her a warning glance. They could both feel the electric tension building between them "I want you to bring your hands up and rub your nipples. Do it so softly you can barely feel it. Don't stop or change pace until I tell you to." He said and Nadja, relieved to have instruction, quickly ran her hands over her stomach and up to cup her breast. She began tortuously slow circles over her tight buds, barely making contact. The almost-there friction began to send little tickles of pleasure. "A little harder now." Nandor crooned, leaning forward and watching Nadja as she began to apply more pressure, moving her thumb back and forth over the tips. "Come to me." Nandor said and Nadja drew closer. He reached out when she was almost right in front of his face and gave her nipple a sharp pinch and a slight twist back and forth. Nadja let out a low groan, appreciating the delicious twinge of pain and pleasure. He leaned even further into her, taking the other nipple into his mouth and suckling deeply. He slid his hand down her side and around her hip to rest on her lower back, drawing her even closer to his eager mouth. He took her nipple and worried it between his teeth, perhaps a little harder than necessary, but he knew his girl could handle it and welcomed it. "Oh fuck, Nandor!" she moaned, and Nandor immediately stopped his administration.
"What did I tell you?" he growled. "I...I.." Nadja tried to protest but Nandor was quickly on his feet and moving behind her. "Bend over." He said sternly. "Do WHAT? I don't bloody think so..." Nadja tried to protest, but Nandor placed a commanding hand on the back of her neck. He said once again in a deep boom "I said, bend over. I will not ask you so nicely again." With a huff, Nadja did as she was told and bent over, placing her hands into the thick fur of the throne. She figured this was all just a ploy to see her ass better, so she arched her back and teasingly swiveled her hips in a slow tantalizing motion. She was about to turn around and ask him if he was enjoying the view when Nandor's hand came down with a mighty thwack of her ample, yet firm, backside. Her mouth hung open in disbelief.
While she and Laszlo were always down for a little punishment, she was usually the one to dole it out. Nadja hadn't been spanked since she was a little girl and her Yaya let her have it for being a right cheeky little donkey. She was about to tell Nandor just that when another mighty smack landed on her opposite cheek. It really stung, this big bloody oaf was just as strong as he looked. Nadja looked over her shoulder as Nandor rained more stinging strikes, one right after the other, on alternating cheeks. The last blow was both hands on each cheek and the force of them made her eyes water. He grabbed two handfuls of her and began to gently knead them to alleviate some of the stings. "Now you naughty girl," he purred "Are you going to follow the rules and shut up for a change?" Not daring to speak, she shook her head yes and sobbed a moan of relief as he slid his hand down in between her soaking folds. "Oh, you are a naughty girl." he said with an almost giggle. He groaned too as he slipped further into the velvet smoothness of her. He pressed the pad of his forefinger roughly into her clit and she bucked into his hand eagerly, trying to move him away from her clit to her awaiting entrance by sliding her hips forward. "Uh uh uh, not yet. I've heard some deliciously pathetic whimpers but no begging from you yet my little minx." he said, withdrawing his hand. "Stand up and turn around." He commanded.
Nadja quickly righted herself and spun around to face Nandor. Before she could meet his eyes, she caught sight of his growing cock. It was true, he was very impressive. Laszlo, it seemed to her, was perfect and built just for her. He filled her up perfectly, giving her a slight stretch but nothing that would leave her sore the next day. She could fuck him endlessly and never tire. Nandor was a whole different story. The times she's been on the receiving end of that relentless part of him had left her exhausted and barely able to walk the next day. She had come so hard that, if it wouldn't have set her on fire, she would have seen God.
It was her turn to blink herself back to reality and out of her daydream. And to stop staring at this smug bastard's cock for fuck sake. When he met his eyes, an amused smile stretched across his face. "Shall we continue, or would you like to look some more?" he said. Nadja took this as an invitation to respond. She gave a curt "Yes!" and waited for her next instructions.
"I want you to sit there and put your legs up on the arms of the chair. I want to come face to face with what I'm about to destroy." Nandor growled as he reached forwards and cupped Nadja's core, giving her a soft caress. Nadja hates to admit it, but this made her nervous.
It's true that while she enjoyed being on the receiving end, Laszlo hadn't gone down on her for nearly 200 years. She had been so jarred by his reaction that she hadn't let him try again or even allowed her beloved Gregor to please her in that way since. She had been with many a beautiful woman and thoroughly enjoyed the taste and feel of them in her mouth, but something about her husband's disapproval had wormed into her head. Nandor watched her worried expression as she swallowed hard and looked towards the ground. He had unfortunately heard all about it from Laszlo, the idiot.
To say Laszlo was a selfish lover was an understatement. He loved to be sucked, but never returned the favor. And as far as saying Nadja tasted like goat cheese... only silly men who acted like boys expected a woman to taste of chocolates and flowers. He knew each had its earthy flavor and smell that intoxicated him and made his mouth water. Besides, he adored the taste of goat cheese.
"None of that, you beautiful thing." He said crooking his finger under her chin and bringing her face up to his. He hesitated for a moment, and then ever so gently pressed his lips to her's.
Normally, kissing wasn't an activity they participated in. It may seem silly but while fucking was a delightful way to pass the time, kissing was a much deeper connection that they all typically avoided. Nadja gave a deep sigh and brought her hand up to tangle into his beard. He licked her lower lip in permission and Nadja parted them and let him in. Their tongues intertwined and danced for a few moments before Nandor reluctantly pulled away. He made sure she was paying attention.
"Laszlo is an idiot. I would be honored if you would let me feast upon you. I want to show you how a woman should be taken care of. Now, do as I said." Nadja, a little dazed, did just that. She made herself comfortable and positioned her legs over the two ornamental arms of the throne. Nandor dropped to his knees in front of this dark goddess and groaned. She was exquisite. He could see her glistening in the firelight and his mouth watered at the sight of her swollen clit nestled between the two deliciously plump lips of her labia. While he wanted nothing more than to dive in and devour her he knew he should take it slow and relish this, who knew if she'd allow him to do it again.
Nandor placed a hand gently upon her knee and knelt to his. He planted a kiss, soft yet demanding on the inside, and started his descent down her creamy thigh. He alternated ghost touches with long and deep sucking of her skin. As he drew nearer to his prize he let his teeth graze along his path, bringing long and thin trickles of blood smeared by his eager mouth. All the while Nadja let out soft whimpers and short breathy groans as he drew near. The moment had come, he was running out of leg and Nadja held her breath in anticipation. He was so close, that she could feel his breath blowing gently on her clit and could sense his lips millimeters away. She rolled her hips forward almost in a trance seeking the friction she desperately wanted. She was so close, and then he pulled away. Nadja wanted to cry. "No, Nandor! Please!" she groaned. She knew this was a game he liked to play, but she was used to instant gratification and her nerves were already wearing thin.
"How delicious that word sounds coming out of your mouth," Nandor said with a gruff growl in his voice. "Say it again." Nadja noticed he couldn't keep his eyes off her core even as he goaded her to submit. She put on her best pout and doe eyes as she stared down at the beautiful man kneeling before her. "Nandor, please." She purred and brought her hand down to her clit and began to make slow circles, all the while moaning softly "pleases" and "Nandor". He watched mesmerized before remembering HE was supposed to be the one in charge.
"You naughty girl, you almost had me!" he grinned and grabbed her hand and tossed it back to her side. Without warning, he wrapped two powerful hands around her thighs, spreading her wider and hauling her up to his awaiting mouth. He wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked deeply. It felt as though Nadja had been shot thru with electricity. Her hands flew up to burry themselves in Nandor's thick black hair. She gave a loud cry as he used his tongue to circle her clit and then sucked hard again. The sounds she made under his ministrations were music to Nandor's ears. He was giving it everything he had, sucking and swirling, dipping in and out of her entrance. It had only been a few minutes when her cries became so loud he was glad everyone had gone home for the evening. He had heard her bliss ring thru the house before but it was a whole other experience to be the one who made them spill from her parted lips.
She came with a guttural yell, powerful thighs wrapped around his head. He had heard tells of men meeting their end this way, and he thought it would have been a beautiful way to die. But he was no mere mortal, and he wasn't done with her yet. He lazily gave her soft laps of his tongue as she started to come down from the height of her orgasm. She looked a little shocked at the swiftness of it all, and the intensity of it left her boneless. She expected Nandor to stop this and keep going, he must be achingly hard by now and ready to fuck her into oblivion. But to her surprise, he showed no signs of rushing. He had a sly smile playing across his face as he once again latched onto her clit, sucking it deeply and scraping his teeth ever so gently over the little bud. Nandor brought his hand under his chin and slipped one finger into Nadja's still pulsing core. Nadja's soft and warm walls clamped down on Nandor's digit and she sucked in a quick breath. Encouraged by her response, Nandor slipped in another finger and began pumping in and out of her in earnest. He quickly found a rhythm that seemed to please Nadja. He lifted his head away from her, replacing his mouth with the thumb of his other hand to keep purposeful circles on the slick little bud.
"I want you to look at me when you come Nadja, I wanna see when you break for me." He commanded and Nadja opened her lust-filled golden eyes to meet Nandor's gaze. A soft "Oooh" escaped her lips and she began to close her eyes against the intense pulse of pleasure surging from deep within. "Ah ah ah!" Nador said as he stopped all movements. "I said you will look at me." Nadja gave an indignant huff and opened her eyes once again. "Will you be a good girl and follow the rules?" He inquired. "Yes Nandor, please!" Nadja begged, she had just been on the edge of what promised to be another powerful release. "Hmmm, I don't know if you can be trusted..." Nandor mused, doing his best to put on his most aloof face. "I think I need to hear the magic word again." "Please Nandor the bloody fucking Relentless I will keep my eyes open!" Nadja hissed and met his eyes with a withering glare. Nandor growled and wrapped his hand around Nadja's beautiful neck again while his other hand snaked between her legs and began to fuck her furiously with his fingers. He leaned down to whisper into her ear. "I believe I told you yes or no only you naughty girl. Now it seems you need to be punished again. I'm going to make you cum and you will thank me for it. Then, you are going to come for me again as fast as you can and you will thank me again and call me the pillager of you cunt. Is that understood?" Nadja did her best to quickly nod her head, the pressure of his hand around her neck, the slamming of his fingers inside her, and the deadly voice he purred into her ear had her so close to the edge. One final thrust and the upward crook of his fingers ripped the orgasm through her body. Nadja's eyes remained open and bore into Nandor's and a string of "Thank you's" crescendoed from her lips. Nandor added a third finger and gave her only a fraction of a second to come down before beginning to pump in and out again gently to let her adjust to the extra width.
It was almost too much too soon for Nadja's over-sensitive flesh, but she sighed at the delicious stretch of his long and thick fingers. He picked up the pace once he was sure she was ready again and released her throat, moving to brush a sweat-slicked strand of hair out of her eyes. "Remember my dark beauty, as quick as you can. Don't keep me waiting. Touch yourself for me, I want to hear you scream again." Nadja obeyed his command and caressed her clit with two fingers, working it hard in time with his thrusts. "Yes, good girl. You're almost there I can feel it. I feel how tight you are, how hungry you are for me. You're taking it so well. Come for me now." Nandor commanded, bringing Nadja once again to a punishing release. "Th-thank you Nandor" she gasped "Pillager of my cu-cunt, ahhhhh!" Nandor rubbed a gentle hand down the path between her knee and hip, waiting for her to regain her senses.
"Fucking hell." Nadja deadpanned and closed her eyes, gingerly removing her legs from the throne's armrest. Nandor pressed his slicked fingers into his mouth, making sure to clean every trace of her off them. "Divine," he murmured and began stroking his massive, aching cock. This had been a fun game, but he needed her, and he was finally tired of waiting. "Come." He said, offering his hand to help her stand. Once she had gotten to her feet, Nandor sat down on the throne and tugged her gently to sit on his lap, sitting face to face. Nandor saw a moment of hesitation cross Nadja's face before she cupped both sides of his face and brought their lips together. While their first kiss of the night was gentle and sweet, this kiss was searing and searching. Nadja could taste bother herself and Nandor on his tongue and it sent a shiver of pleasure down her spine. They both battled for dominance, licking and biting and sucking each other lips. Nandor thrust his hips forward, dragging his length thru her already drippingly wet folds. They released each other's lips, gasping and looking down where they were almost joined. Nandor repeated the motion, earning each of them a groan filled with anticipation.
Nandor placed one guiding hand on Nadja's hips and one at the base of his shaft. He assisted her up further on her knees and lined the head of his cock up with her entrance. He rubbed it back and forth before slowing inching into her engulfing heat. Nadja placed her hands on his shoulders, giving herself some balance and she slipped further down inch by delicious inch. At last, she fulled seated on his lap, feeling impossibly full. She kissed him deeply one more time and began moving her body in a perfected serpentine motion. Nandor grabbed her hips and let loose a deep toe-curling moan. She felt like heaven, soft and warm and all around him. He could smell her perfume now. Blackberries, honey, roses, and her own unique Nadja smell were bewitching. He couldn't help but run his hands over her cool, soft skin where ever he could reach. The flair of her hips, her soft ample breasts, her pillowy thighs, and the tips of her hard nipples all called him back over and over again. Her hair tickled the tops of his thighs and he wrapped it around his powerful hands, forcing her to look up to the ceiling. He took the opportunity to bite and suck her exposed throat, hoping to leave marks for her to carry for the next few days. He lifted her once more to allow room for his punishing thrusts. He drove into her over and over, his pace never faltering. A human woman would have lost their stamina by now, but luckily for him, he was in the presence of a dark queen who gave as much as she was getting, meeting him thrust for thrust. Their bodies slapped together obscenely as their cries mingled into a cacophony of pleasure. It seemed to go on for hours, there was no way of telling. Nothing existed but each other in this stolen moment. Nandor could feel his release building and knew he wouldn't last much longer. He brought his hand to Nadj's swollen clit for the final time. She shattered above him, he hoped he would hear the sound of her shouting his name like that in his dreams. The squeeze of her orgasm sent him over the edge and he spilled into her, his sight blacking out from the intensity of it.
He leaned back on the throne and closed his eyes, trying to remember how to speak. He opened them again at the sound of Nadja's giggling. "You can make me as mad as you'd like if this is how we can resolve it." She sighed happily and snuggled into the side of Nandor's neck. Nandor scratched up and down her back comfortingly and hummed in agreement. He was starting to drift off into a blissful nap when Nadja spoke. "Nandor?" he grunted in reply. "Get off my fucking throne." Nandor groaned and slapped her ass in retaliation. It seemed the fighting with Nadja never ended.