The Golden Court

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© Imani Quinones 2019
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Loud moans erupted from the undead vixen trapped inside of the royal assassins muscular arms. Her mewling never quite reached Hasaki's hypersensitive ears. He was too enveloped in the pleasures of her voluptuous body. His long slender fingers clutched onto her pale buttocks as he took her quickly from behind. Pleasure was one thing Hasaki could never deny himself. No vampire could really deny themselves. It was one of their appetites or... cravings. Blood and sex. That was the motive.

His hips began to buck quicker with his incoming release. The vampire associate who also partook in his body had already collapsed in a haze of giddy exhaustion. With a roar he reached a hand forward as the sweat on his body glistened seductively in the candlelight. Long fingers tangled into her crimson locks and with a powerful yank her exposed throat was level with Hasaki's greedy mouth. A clicking sound signaled the release of the assassins sharp pearly white fangs. With a hiss he descended and drank in avarice from her vein. The rich blood tumbled down his parched throat freely causing Hasaki to speed up his deep thrusts within her tight core. A few more gulps and Hasaki was roaring with the power of his climax. His companion slumped in fatigue under him. Hasaki smirked at her obvious fatigue. He had yet to find any who could keep up with his high functioning libido.

Grunting, Hasaki removed himself from the whore's embrace and stretched languidly against his emerald sheets. His yellow eyes blinked lazily. She had been a good fuck, he remarked to himself with a wayward glance to her still quivering curves.

Three sharp knocks rang against the grand door separating his apartments from the rest of the palace. Hasaki stood gracefully in all of his naked glory. Blood still dripping from his pale chin and onto his marble chest. His long black locks reached to the bottom of his toned back. Approaching a table across from the bed he picked up a glass of his favorite type of liquid life. Siren blood. There was something about there untouchable nature that called to him. Maybe it was because he always wanted what seemed impossible for him to have. No matter the cost, he would get it. His past proved this fact time and time again.

A grunt from his four poster bed told him his companion was stirring. She would be gone soon. In a flash Hasaki was dressed in his customary black slacks and button up; a 45 caliber tucked securely by his belt into his back. His prized hair hung freely past his wrists. A flick of his pink tongue against his cheek confirmed blood still decorated his pale face. Quickly he took a silk handkerchief from his table and swiped it across his face to leave it unblemished once more. In a few quick strides he reached his door and opened it to find one of the queens guard waiting patiently.

"General, your sister has requested your presence within her personal chambers." Hasaki raised a strong brow at the heavily muscled guard. Charm oozed from his aura and his very presence screamed of a tumultuous danger. Before he could address the guard once more he felt a familiar presence glide across the marbled floors of his apartments. He smirked haughtily, "Come Talula." The guard visibly tensed as Hasaki's infamous 8 foot serpent climbed the muscles in his long leg to curl around the length of his tall body. Her obsidian head rested in the crook of his pale neck while the bulk of her body wrapped around his lean muscular torso with her tail ending around his thighs.

Hasaki strode past the guard in search of his sister. Remembering the harlot still tangled in his silk sheets Hasaki continued in his stride and called over his shoulder to the guard, "Remove the trash from my chambers!" He chuckled in mirth and marveled at the ease of it all. How quickly the world could fall prey to the simple art of seduction.