Love's Labors, Part 18
You smile confidently at the Vampire Queen. Her blood-red eyes search your expression, trying to discern your true intentions. Even in her uncertain position, she tries to maintain a regal poise, her pale visage held high, her long raven-colored hair running down behind her nearly to her ankles.
It would be impolite to keep her waiting, so you give your reply. "So long as you do not act against us, I will have no need to make demands of you," you say. "I do suspect that we are of like mind. I do suspect we could be even closer allies, to the benefit of us both. But that will be your decision to make, not for me to force upon you. Instead... I would merely offer you a gift."
The queen raises an eyebrow. "A gift?" she echoes, skeptical.
"Yes," you say. "The most precious gift of all. The gift of Pleasure. The kind of Pleasure that you and your bodyguard have been denied for so long. I can return it to you, even better than it was in your memories of being alive. Moghi has experienced it already. If you ask her, she will tell you how exquisite it truly is."
"In other words, you hope to make us your lust-drunk puppets as you screw us to your heart's content," the queen snaps, glaring at you. "You're asking for permission to fuck us into your slaves."
"No, no, you misunderstand entirely," you reassure her. Then you hold out your hand, demonic power coalescing in your palm. "I am not the one who will be giving this pleasure to Moghi. You will be."
The queen freezes for several long, telling seconds. "Me?" she finally says, in a much smaller voice. "I... That is impossible. I... I cannot—"
"You can," you insist, moving your offered hand even closer to her as she stares at it, transfixed. "I have the power to make it so. If you accept, then even down here in this darkness, you will be able to transform Moghi's existence into a garden of delight. Pleasure unending, at the hands of the one person she truly cares for."
You can see the yearning in the queen's gaze as your words strike home, aiming straight at her deepest desires and insecurities. She wants to make up for this tragic situation she's created... and you're offering her a way to do it. Not just that, but a way that might ease her own pain as well. With a visible effort, she wrenches her eyes away from the glowing demonic power that you're holding out, turning her back on you.
"And what will you require of us in exchange?" she asks. You recognize the strained note in her voice all too well. It's the voice of someone afraid of her own desires. Someone searching for reasons not to give in. "What is your price?"
"Nothing at all," you reply. You walk up behind the vampire and curl your arm around her, keeping your offer in view, though without actually touching her. Then you lean in to whisper temptation right into her ear. "I told you. It is a gift, freely given. The sheer Pleasure that I know you will both experience is more than reason enough for me to do this."
The queen inhales, her eyes drawn almost against her will to look at your hand, reaching around her from behind. You can tell that she's wavering. "Just imagine..." you murmur enticingly, your breath warm against her pale cheek. "You could end Moghi's loneliness with an eternity of tender touch. You could unite yourself with her, in a way you could never have dreamed. You could hold her close, against anything that might come your way."
You let her envision that picture for a few more seconds, staining her soul with desire. Then you go in for the kill. "I am sure that she could imagine no greater fulfillment," you say, expertly twisting the knife. "Do you really wish to throw away such a chance for her to be happy?"
Her resolve crumbles right before your eyes. That's the one heartbreaking thought she can't resist. She made a mistake once before that consigned her and Moghi to this lightless pit. And she's regretted it ever since.
The chance to fix that, in some way... she can't let it go. The temptation is simply too great for the undead monarch to bear.
She turns again, now looking directly at you once more, your faces inches apart. She knows she's going to give in. And she knows you know. Still, she gives voice to the fear lingering within her. "It's... it's a trick," she whispers, insisting. "It has to be."
You chuckle, moving the hand with the Boon yet again, keeping it right in front of her. "If I ever decided to fuck you myself..." you state with absolute confidence. "...I wouldn't need tricks. But I think doing it this way will make it feel best, for both of you."
The queen swallows, hearing the truth in your words. She knows what you could have done, given the leverage you already hold over her, and how you've already manipulated the situation. She looks down at your hand, staring with rapt focus at the glow flickering in your palm. Then, slowly, inch by inch, she raises her own hand until her fingers are intertwined with yours.
And with that, the Boon is granted.
The Vampire Queen inhales sharply, her legs buckling as she feels true sexual desire for the first time in centuries. Your power sends raw, erotic lust raging through her undead body, and you have to catch her in your arms to keep her from collapsing completely. She's panting for breath, her buxom chest heaving beneath the cleavage-baring dress. It takes several minutes for her to regain even a semblance of her composure, and even then she's still squirming with a frantic need that has been far, far too long denied to her.
She looks up at you through disheveled black hair, as you hold her in your arms. And if there was ever any question whether she was at your mercy, she certainly is now. You smile knowingly... but all you say is a simple, absolute command: "Call her."
The undead queen obeys without hesitation. It isn't a verbal call, but rather one conveyed through the vampiric bond between sire and childe, requiring her only to close her eyes and concentrate. But while the summons is inaudible, your inhuman hearing detects Moghi's hurried rush back to the throne room almost immediately.
You help the queen back to her feet, just in time for Moghi to burst into view and rush over to her mistress. "Yes, your majesty?" she says, as loyal and eager to serve as ever. "What do you need from me?"
The queen looks at her, still overcome by the sudden sensations, completely unsure of what to say. What you tempted her with was all very well in theory... but now she's faced with actually putting it into words as her subordinate looks worshipfully up at her. Predictably, she freezes, with no idea what to say.
And yet the burning need that you've instilled in her will not allow her to remain quiet either. "M-my loyal... no, my... my precious bodyguard..." she begins awkwardly. She's trying to hide how nervous she is, trying to maintain at least a semblance of composure, even as the newfound lust blazes like an inferno inside her. "I... understand that you experienced the pleasure of... sexual intercourse today. I understand that you found it... satisfying. It a way that you would not want to lose."
She's floundering, trying to find a way to bring up a topic that she never expected to broach. And Moghi, of course, misunderstands, looking down at the floor shamefacedly. "I'm so sorry, your majesty! I know I failed you by giving in to him. But you're wrong! No matter how tempting it was, I'd never want anything that might get in the way of serving you!"
"No, no, I didn't mean—" the queen says. She's trying to find the right words to cross the chasm that centuries of their stagnant existence has created between them. These two lonely beings, together in this dark hole... who have lost everything but each other. What mere words could describe something like that?
You watch, as the queen takes a small step toward her servant, then another. She placed her hands on Moghi's shoulders, causing the other vampire to look up, confused. The queen tries again, her composure showing even more cracks. "I wasn't trying to say... That is... I understand that the pleasure is something that you... That we..."
But it's no use. She just can't convey what she needs to get across. Not like this.
So instead she just leans closer. Her movements are slow, and achingly unsure for such a powerful creature of the night. But inch by inch, the queen leans closer to her loyal retainer, even as Moghi's eyes widen adorably in confusion. Now it's her turn to freeze in place, unable to understand what is happening. Until finally, the queen places a tiny, fearful, hesitant kiss on Moghi's lips.
For a few seconds everything freezes, Moghi's expression a picture of absolute shock. The queen pulls back, waiting for the response. Waiting to see if she hasn't just ruined the one last support that she was holding onto.
And then Moghi surges forward, fairly tackling her liege into an embrace as the two vampires start to frantically make out. It's messy. It's awkward. It's clear that neither of them actually have much in the way of experience. But there's a raw, painful honesty to it that almost hurts to look at, as the two of them stumble backward, eventually ending up sitting in the nearby throne.
Moghi pulls down the cleavage-baring dress from around her queen's shoulders, while the queen fairly shreds the ragged tunic off of Moghi, their hands running over every inch of the others' bodies as they moan with supernaturally-amplified delight. Moghi is outright humping against her queen, not really knowing what to do. Nor is the queen much better.
But they don't seem to mind. The sheer allure of their closeness is all they really seem to care about in that moment, as Moghi kisses her way down the side of her queen's neck. You walk up behind them, placing your hand on Moghi's back. "Would you like to share in your mistress' gift?" you ask, only a little bit smugly.
"Yes!" cries out Moghi, lost in bliss as she continues to grind herself against her lover. "Yes, yes, yes, oh yes!" You rather suspect that your question wasn't the primary thing she was thinking about with that exclamation... but there's still enough assent for you to do your work, giving Moghi a direct taste of the demonic enhancement as well.
With that you step back, watching with satisfaction as the two vampires fuck on the throne of that subterranean realm. Part of you wants to stay and give them some pointers, to correct some of the painfully inexperienced technique that they're displaying. But you know that interrupting them would only lessen this experience overall. They'll have plenty of time to learn and experiment going forward. For now... they're just lost in the simple rhapsody of each other's presence. Of each other's touch.
As you back silently out of the throne room, you notice that the group of thralls you saw earlier are clustered outside the doorway, watching with wide eyes and whispering among themselves, astonished by this new development. You don't say anything, but you do give them a wink as you walk by. You suspect that even their feeding time will soon become even more euphoric than it already was, for everyone involved.
You hum a satisfied little tune to yourself as you make your way down the long, echoing halls of the palace, heading in the direction you heard Moghi come from. The wild, sexual moaning is still audible behind you, albeit growing fainter as you continue to walk. Eventually you do locate the room where the rest of your group was sent, and open the door, revealing the interior.
It's a richly-furnished guest room, with a large, opulent canopy bed at the far end. There's even a bath carved into the stone, though it has no water in it at the moment. The uncorrupted water elemental is pacing back and forth, agitated, watching over Nevati with concern, while the uncorrupted fire elemental just seems to be fidgeting, lost and unsure of what to do. Nevati herself is sitting on the bed—in Ceriss' lap—with the earth and wind elementals sitting on the bed as well, unsure whether to look ashamed or hopeful.
Seeing Ceriss work, you're reminded anew of just how good she herself is at seduction, especially for a mortal. She's taking it slow, ostensibly just doing Nevati's hair as they wait for your return. And yet her every touch, her every movement is a study in allure. There isn't a single moment when the small gnome doesn't feel Ceriss against her, from her breasts pressing against her from behind, to the way she's nestled into Ceriss' legs, to the expert touch of Ceriss' fingers running through her hair and up and down her neck.
It would all be alluring enough even from a complete stranger. But knowing that Nevati has been so hopelessly lovestruck with Ceriss for so very long...
Well, she never really had a prayer.
Everyone looks up as you enter, the uncorrupted elementals shrinking back a bit. "Wh-what h-happened?" asks Nevati. "Did you w-work out something with those v-vampires?"
"You could say that," you say, smirking. "They're probably on their second or third orgasm as we speak. I don't expect that we'll be in any further danger from them." Nevati's eyes go wide in shock at your announcement, and the elementals have a similarly fearful reaction.
What's particularly amusing is that they didn't see all the groundwork you laid to make that seduction possible. They don't have a clue about the blackmail you had over the Vampire Queen, forcing her to play by your rules. Nor are they aware of the very specific emotional vulnerabilities you were able to discover beforehand and exploit.
No... they didn't see any of that. From their perspective, all they saw was you walking right into the lair of a vampire progenitor... and not even a half-hour later reducing her to abject debauchery. As though you'd done it with nothing but a snap of your fingers.
And if you can do that... then what chance did they ever have of resisting you?
You see Nevati swallow, gulping hard. She shrinks back into the comfort of Ceriss' warmth, even though she knows intellectually that it is no safety from you at all. You can practically hear her heart hammering in her chest, as she timidly waits to learn her fate.
Which, of course, raises the question: how exactly do you want to play this out?