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Choice

Bonnie was shaking. Lady Caroline had to stop several times while she was braiding flowers into the witch's hair. She knew the lady was saying something but she couldn't hear any of it. She was going to have sex with King Niklaus tonight. The demon who conquered half of the country through blood and deceit would be the first man she ever made love to. What are you thinking Bonnie? There is no making love. There is only sex. Sex for it's intended purpose to have a baby. Not all the other silly notions we attach to it. It was…it was a business transaction. Oh god.

"Would you stop? I almost poked your eye out." Lady Caroline said. "I know this is difficult…revolting, but once you get it over with you will be free of him. Just think of someone else you would rather be with."

"There is no one to think of. The only thing I have ever wanted was to be witch and healer."

"Well, think of you in your shop. Healing the townspeople. It's only nine months away." Caroline said. She dabbed some of the lip polish off.

"If it's so revolting why did you insist on dressing me?"

"Because this is your night too Bonnie. They try to make it all about the vampires. You're bearing their children. They're sponsoring your lifestyle, but remember you made a choice. You're here to save your cousin, who tried to save her Grams. You chose to accept the King. You chose to let him be the first man you ever laid with. This is your night. You will not go to him as a sacrifice or servant. You will go to him as the intelligent, talented, loyal, and beautiful woman you are." Caroline said.

"I'm so glad you tried to steal my cake Lady Caroline." The blonde smiled.

"Besides, just because I think the King is revolting doesn't mean you do." Bonnie turned to her friend.

"What does that mean?"

"It means hell is hot. You're going to need some ice water." Caroline said handing Bonnie a goblet.

-o0o-

"You're bedding the witch in your chambers?" Greta asked through clenched teeth.

"Where else am I supposed to bed her?" Niklaus said surveying the room. The servants were still working. They had followed his specifications to a tee and it was just as he imagined.

"I don't know, maybe in the enormous guest chamber you have her staying in. You visit us in our chambers, why is she any different?"

"You know I don't like to leave the upper court. The air is so thin below."

"Niklaus."

"What is this about, Greta? You wanted me to choose her instead of Ms. Bassett. I have."

"I didn't want you to choose anyone. I wanted you to tell me the truth about you wanting an heir. I could have…"

"No you couldn't. You're a pureblood vampire. You have been working on that spell for ages. If the Blood Witch couldn't break the curse then you couldn't."

"I thought we shared everything."

"Not this."

"I see. I have done nothing but love you. I have defended you when no one else would, and this girl. This human whore you let into your sanctum santorum."

"There is no where else…" Niklaus lied.

"THERE IS EVERYWHERE ELSE!" Greta screamed. The king turned to her.

"I believe you have forgotten your place." He said looking into her eyes.

"No, Niklaus. I believe I'm seeing it for the first time." Greta said storming out of the room.

"Greta. GRETA." The King screamed after her.

-o0o-

Bonnie was led up to the upper court through the servant's halls. She needed that. She needed to understand her place, and what this was truly about. Well, the witch knew she was to conceive an heir but she still had no idea why the King wanted one. He didn't seem overly interested in having a child, and the witch was sure she was just a passing fancy. Once he slept with her his ego would be stroked and he could go back to dismissing her.

Why oh why did she find this man attractive? Okay he was decent to look at. Bonnie could admit the riches and power may have an effect. He was intelligent, well read, and could be witty. God, no wonder Greta and Camille were trapped.

Remember, Bonnie he was a vampire, the vampire. He drank blood and killed indiscriminately. He probably would forget you and your child the moment you gave birth. He was arrogant, rude, and cruel when he wanted to be. Bonnie was so lost in her 'I should hate Niklaus' list that she almost bumped into the servant when he stopped in front of a huge door.

"The King's chambers, companion." The servant said leaving with a bow. Bonnie stood there for a minute staring at the brass knob. She should run. No one was around. Maybe…She jumped when the door opened.

"Where you going to stand there all night or were you planning your escape." The King said an amused look on his face.

"I was just about to knock." Bonnie said, looking him over.

The king was dressed like he was in the library. A plain cotton shirt clung to his frame. His legs were clad in leather. This man was handsome. His blond curls were wild. His eyes the bluest she had ever seen, and his cheeks had more color. She couldn't look at his lips without seeing the flames of hell so she looked around his chambers instead.

She thought her room was big. His was triple the size and ten times more luxurious. Art lined the walls. Bookshelves were stuffed with leather bound tomes, and the furniture was dark and inviting. If that wasn't enough the room was covered in flowers and awash with candlelight. Perfume filled the air and music drifted in from the vents. Bonnie could find no words to describe it.

"Are you hungry?" The king said leading the witch to a table covered in food. A huge chocolate cake sat on a pedestal. Chocolate truffles lined a gold tray.

"You need to eat. You're going to need your strength." Niklaus said nibbling on a grape. And just like that the spell was broken. Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"With this feast I suspect your trying to make me lethargic. Do you have to drug all women to make them sleep with you?" Bonnie said walking away from the table.

She went over to the wall where there were several portraits of the King's inner circle. Greta in bed, a fur blanket pulled just above her breast, a ball of light in her palm, and fire in her eyes. Lord Stefan looking lost, blood smeared all over his mouth. Marcel sitting in a chair, laughing, and a sparkle in his eyes. Lady Camille bathing in a lake. These paintings were very intimate. The witch instinctually knew the king had painted them. It was how he saw all of them. Bonnie wondered whom the other paintings featured.

"It's no wonder you're a virgin. Trust me witchling I have turn them away. Just Ask the Lady Greta or Lady Camille." Niklaus said picking up a plate. He started filling it for the witch.

"I would ask Camille but she's always visiting her friend Genevieve." Bonnie said perusing the books on his bookshelf.

"You could ask Genevieve also. I've had her too." Niklaus said placing a giant piece of cake on he plate.

"God. Am I going to catch something?" Bonnie said turning back to him.

"Nothing lethal, just a nine-month bug. Eat." Niklaus said pushing the plate at her. The Witch took it. The king slid a chair from under the table and gestured for her to sit.

Bonnie sighed, but sat. She hadn't eaten anything all day. The king picked a few more grapes from the table then sat across from her.

"So tell me something about yourself."

"What is it that you want to know?" Bonnie said between chews. "Is grapes all your going to eat?"

"I've already fed in preparation for tonight. I didn't want to be hungry. I might break you, and not in the way I want."

Bonnie pursed her lips. "I'm not that fragile."

"I'm aware. Tell me something…tell me of your dreams."

"I want to be a healer. Like my Grams, and every witch in my line."

"That's it?"

"We all can't terrorize the countryside."

"True."

"I'm surprised you're interested."

"I thought it's what you would want. I thought it would ease you into the process."

"Should have known."

"So you wanted me to be interested."

"Of course not. I let myself think you were a human being for a second."

"Oh. We must never do that." Bonnie and Niklaus sat in silence. Only the sound of their chewing punctuated the air. The king watched her mouth wrap around the fork. He was anxious to taste her again, but first a little foreplay.

"Well, then little witch, tell me of your fantasies."

-o0o-

"This is not what I agreed to." Bonnie gasped as Niklaus's tongue circled her nipple.

After dinner the witch decided she wanted to get this over with. She stripped out of her dress and stood in front of the amused hybrid. He drank her in like a fine wine. He was clearly delighted as she fidgeted under his sultry gaze. Her nipples pebbled watching his tongue wet those red lips. The next thing the witch knew she was lying under him, his skin against hers. His stubbled chin tickling her stomach as he suckled at her breast.

"You're arousal will make it easier, little witch. It will be better for both of us if your slick when I take you." The king informed biting her breast gently. His cock ached to be inside her but he wanted the witch begging him to fuck her.

Her hips moved on their own accord as he licked into her belly button. He had to grab her by her thighs to make her stay still. He spread her open blowing into her heat. Her body was beyond ready for him to fill her. The hybrid would wait until her heart and mind caught up.

Bonnie almost dissolved when the King's tongue glazed her hardened clit. The light feathery movement of his tongue was a tease. If he just was a little bit closer. His hands held her firm as she tried to inch closer to his face.

He was the king. He would make her know it. He flicked at her lazily until she was writhing, then he plunged his warm wet tongue into her folds. The way his lips devoured her lower ones were almost too much to handle. Every lick brought her closer to the edge. When he gently bit her button the witch fell over.

The king was unrelenting. His tongue worked quickly to swallow every drop of her.

Bonnie was certain she could take no more, and then he slid a finger inside her. She knew why Greta was territorial. Why Camille praised his prowess. The King stroked pure bliss into her, and just when she had reached the summit he added another digit, filling and stretching her tight spot. He pumped until she was chasing that high again and flooding his fingers.

The witch was spent, lost in the waves of pleasures rocking through her body. Her pussy was quaking, her clit tingling. It almost exploded when Niklaus rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her. The witch mewled.

Niklaus shivered at how wet she was. He slid against her slowly trying to cover himself in her. She was so tight around his fingers, his cocked jumped as he thought about what it would be like to be inside of her.

"I can't take much more of this." Bonnie whispered. "Am I not wet enough, yet?"

Niklaus growled and rolled his hips into her. Bonnie gasped at the sweet sensation.

"So wet." Niklaus moaned.

"What are you waiting for?" Bonnie cried.

"Say it." Niklaus said as he moved against the witch. Bonnie knew what he wanted her to say. He was so arrogant. Her breath hitched as he delivered another torturous stroke to her clit. When he ground into her again, pinching her nipple. She could not take anymore. She needed release.

"I want you inside me." She gasped out.

"I want you to fuck me, Majesty." Niklaus growled sliding against her again. His eyes closed savoring the feel of Bonnie against his cock.

His dick was a torture device delivering equal parts of pleasure and frustrating need. Bonnie knew in that moment that he was in fact Satan.

"I want you to fuck me." Bonnie acquiesced. Niklaus chuckled.

"Majesty." He said rolling his hips again. The king almost came when Bonnie met his stroke.

"I am a witch, a Bennett witch, a third priestess in the blood coven. You have no dominion over me." Bonnie breathed against his ear.

Niklaus's pushed into her slowly. He was high from the sensation and the look in his witch's eyes. He filled her to the hilt, and then stopped. He wanted her to know what it was to be his. He wanted to revel in her tight slit. His fangs descended at the aroma of her blood. He let them scrape against the crevice of her neck. His tongue flicked out to taste the saltiness of her skin.

"Niklaus please." Bonnie stuttered. The king pulled out slowly and pushed back into her. Taking her over and over until he found a rhythm. The witch was so delicious. He wanted to fuck into her with abandon, to sear his touch into her memory but he would save that for a later date when she was more experienced. He concentrated on pacing himself and almost lost the battle when the witch tightened around him. He was spilling into her before he knew it, his fangs puncturing her neck.

The witch cried out. Her eyes went white and her back arched. Niklaus released her and watched the puncture wounds close. Bonnie's eyes returned to normal.

"That's the first time I've had that effect on a woman." Niklaus said licking the excess blood from her neck.

Bonnie felt different, weird even. The witched chocked it up to the importance of the moment, but deep down she knew that wasn't right. She was jolted out of her thoughts when Niklaus planted his head between her legs again.

"What are you doing?" She said dismayed.

"What's the point of bedding a virgin if you are not going to have a post-coital drink." Niklaus said before he began drinking from her womb.

Bonnie was sickened until his tongue entered her. Her hands clenched at the blanket until Niklaus delivered orgasm number four.

-o0o-

Niklaus blurred through the halls. He didn't even stop to open the giant oak doors that led to her chambers he just blasted through them.

"Do something." Niklaus barked looking down at the withered woman. Kael and her assistants just looked at the king in pity.

"There is nothing I can do." Kael said somberly. She walked over to the king and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"You're a dragon. There must be some spell. Some ancient enchantment" Niklaus said shaking her off, and going to the side of the bed. He grabbed Qetisyah's frail hand. He wiped her brow.

"I am not Mother Nature. Death is a part of life. The blood witch has lived hers. It is her time." Both the soothsayer and hybrid watched the slow rise and fall of the woman's chest. Kael's assistant called the old serpent when the Blood witch's breathing went from labored to almost non-existent last night.

"She is the strongest being I have ever known. If she can just hold on for…"

"She is tired and in pain. Her life was monumental. The feats she accomplished are unmatched, but it is her time. You will respect her and let her go peaceably." Kael said putting dragon's power into her voice.

The hybrid would usually take that as a challenge to his power, to his throne. Usually, he would have knocked her head from her shoulders in seconds, but the dragon was right. She was also a loyal friend to both he and the blood witch. Without Kael their eighty-year alliance would not exist. He knew the dragon was grieving just like he was. The blood witch had been a great ally and counselor. She was also the only thing standing between him and his homicidal siblings.

"I am not ready." Niklaus said truthfully. He wasn't in the right mindset for war. He needed all his faculties, and admittedly the Hybrid was distracted. This prophecy had clouded his head. He also needed counsel. Kael, Marcel, Stefan, Greta, and Camille were adequate, but no one told him the unadulterated truth like Qetsiyah. No one could flatten an army in seconds like the blood witch.

"She is, and she must think you are too. She could have let go ages ago."

Both he and Kael sat by the bed until the sorceress opened her dull eyes. She smiled looking between the both of them, and drew her last breath. Her face would be forever frozen like that in the Hybrid's mind, eyes wide, and a knowing smile on her face. She even faced death like the giant she was.

"Make arrangements. She is to receive a royal ceremony and then be returned to her coven." Niklaus said rising.

Niklaus squeezed the sorceress's hand. He kissed her on the forehead.

"Goodbye, Old Friend."

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