Vampyre Lovers: Chapter 2

Heart of the Beast

By Meghan S Ledwig

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She wasn’t afraid of him.

She knew that she should be afraid; it would most certainly do her better to be afraid.

But she just … wasn’t.

Angel felt something inside of her, and thought that it might be love. And how can you fear something that you love?

For that matter, how can you love something that you fear?

She shook her head to get rid of her thoughts. She and her lover were fast approaching his glorious, golden castle.

It lay in the midst of a beautiful jungle, in a clearing surrounded by exotic plants and trees. In the center of the most beautiful, sparkling blue lake she had ever seen, Angel noticed an island, upon which stood the magnificent castle.

She gasped as she saw it, her eyes widening.

It was more fabulous than anything she had ever imagined it could be! It stood tall, and gleamed gold in the sun, nearly blinding her as she stared at it. The towers were high, what seemed to be miles off the ground. And other than that, it was simply huge. Her entire village could fit inside those walls, and then some!

Angel began to tingle, down there. Wealth and power were such turn ons! She wanted to make love with the beautiful golden man again, right now. And she promptly told him so.

He grinned. “If that is what my lady desires,” he murmured in her ear.

She assumed then, as he stopped the horse, that he would swing down and pull her after him, and they would make love upon the dewy grass.

It was on that day that she learned how foolish assumptions really are.

He merely laughed his beautiful, golden laugh, and undid the front of his pants. He lifted her up, and placed her upon his hard, golden length, her back to his front. She gasped as his splendid length filled her from behind, hitting her in all the right places. She moaned, and leaned back into him, allowing him the freedom to do with her whatever he wished.

He simply chuckled and squeezed her breasts, then she felt his thighs move as he used them to signal his horse to continue on their path.

She bit her lip from the pleasure of the sensations that she received as she rocked back and forth, up and down upon him, as the horse began a slow walk. Trotting made the sensations even more intense. And when he urged his glorious steed into a gallop—well, let’s just say, the horse wasn’t the only stallion there that day!

With each little movement, Angel orgasmed again, arching herself back against her lover as he laughed and moved his hand down in front of where they were joined, manipulating her into waves and waves of pure sensation that crashed down upon her, making her feel as though she were going to explode. As though she had exploded, and were going to do so again every second for the rest of her life.

The pleasure was so acute, so intense she could barely stand it, and had to let out screams of pleasure to keep herself from exploding—from too much pleasure.

By the time they reached the main gate of the castle, he had released himself into her and pulled her from his softness, so that she sat in front of him, as opposed to on him. She quivered still from the sensations that had taken place during their ride. In fact, she wondered if she would ever stop quivering. That kind of pleasure …

It was not something that one came by easily in this mortal realm, that’s for sure.

Then she realized something—something that would change her life forever.

She hadn’t asked his name!

“Oh … umm, excuse me milord …” she queried softly, shyly, even after what they had just done. Even though she had given him her virginity, her purity. Even though she had given him everything. Including her heart.

“What is it?” he asked, his voice sounding rather gruff and unkind. She wondered if this was a bad time to ask him such a question—he didn’t seem to be in the best of moods. But she had just given him a great deal of pleasure—or at least she thought she had! So then why did he sound so upset?

“Well, milord, I was just wondering if you might be so kind as to tell me … your name?”

She could feel his brow furrow, and a frown form on his face. “Why do you want to know?” he barked.

“Because I just gave you my virginity, and then made love to you on top of a horse, that’s why!” she exclaimed. “Because I want a name to call out late at night when you give me more pleasure than I have ever known! Because I want to know the name of the man that I love!” Uh oh. Should have left out that last part, she thought, as her hands flew to cover her mouth, and her cheeks—both upper and lower—burned red with embarrassment.

He laughed, again. That beautiful, golden laugh. If the laugh hadn’t been so beautiful, she probably would have been offended by the fact that he always seemed to be laughing at her. “Alright, Little One,” he told her, kissing her atop her hair. “My name is Lord Angelo, Lord of the Angels.”

Angel’s eyes widened. He was … an angel? How could she not have seen it? He was so beautiful, so amazing in every way. She had known he was too good to be mortal. Her shoulders slumped in defeat. And angel such as him could have any woman he wanted. All she was to him was a quick fuck, nothing more, nothing less. A one or two night stand, to be discarded shortly afterwards.

And here she had gone and given him her heart on a silver platter …

“Now, Little One, I must request that you return the favor.” She could feel his eyes on her. Those angelic eyes that saw everything and missed nothing. Oh, how stupid she had been not to see it!

“My name … is Angel,” she told him, cowering away from his strength. Oh, the ironies of it all!

“Angel …” he whispered against her neck as he leaned down to kiss it.

She gasped with pleasure, and felt herself becoming aroused—again! He could do this so easily to her … but why? Why was he doing this …

He chuckled again. That was really beginning to annoy her!

“Angel,” he whispered again, as his lips moved up and down the creamy skin, following a path from her neck to her shoulder and back again. “I think you need a change of name, because where we’re going … we’re all angels.”

She gulped. All … angels? Did that mean … she had to die? To become an angel? She hoped not. She had barely had the chance to live yet! She was only 14, and already she was staring death in the face.

“What … what do you wish to call me?” she asked.

“Hmm, I don’t know. Why don’t you decide?”

“Well,” she said thoughtfully, as she pondered this dilemma. “The name given to me at birth was Anna. Angel is just what everyone has called me since I was a little girl.”

She could feel him shaking his head behind her. “Anna? No, that wouldn’t do,” he told her. “Such a common peasant’s name. How about …” he thought for a moment, and then she could feel him grin behind her.

“Angelique,” he said the name in a whisper against her ear, as he nibbled upon the lobe.

Angel gasped, both at the sensation and the choice of name.

Angelique …

It sounded so beautiful, so original. So daring.

Did she dare?

Oh, she did!

“I love it,” she whispered to him.

“Then it is done, my Angelique,” he told her. “Now, we may enter my palace unhindered.”

The drawbridge lowered, and they rode across it, entering the Castle of the Angels—a place no mortal eyes had seen before, or ever would see again.

Not even Angelique’s.