Tempted By Darkness

Athena The Dark

"Tell me, soldier. Why do you think you are befitting of this role?"

The man blinked his eyes multiple times before stuttering out a poorly formed answer, one that she had grown tired of hearing from every single candidate that considered himself worthy of her.

"With all due respect, my Queen. I believe it is a man's job to keep his woman safe and fed and I will provide that. Risking my life and that of my subjects to hold up to my promise."

Ponty nails clicking on her throne and making a great effort not to roll her eyes - because it would not be befitting of a queen, as her mother often liked to repeat - Athena slowly stood up.

This was getting ridiculous. She could not take this bullshit anymore.

Her stilettos clicked on the marble floor as she descended the stairs to stand in front of - what was his name again? Luthe? Lucas? Damn she didn't remember...some lord of some land the Vampire King owned..

As he stared at her, enchanted by her amethyst eyes, she dragged a finger up his throat, grazing his skin with her freshly manicured burgundy nail, and rested it under his chin.

That seemed to stop his fantasizing as he gulped down and started panting like a dog waiting for a treat, his fangs descending and his eyes turning ruby red - ugh, it was disgusting how males seemed to sexualize everything about her.

She smiled that evil smile of hers that she knew would send everyone running for their mommies - and she had to give him credits, he simply
buckled on his knees but did not succumb to the need to flee.

But then again George, the Vampire King, had a reputation of being merciless and ruthless so he probably was used to it.

"Now now my dear vampire" - because she honestly couldn't recall his name - "whatever makes you think that I, Athena The Dark Queen, daughter of Hades and Sekhmet, Successor to the throne of Hell, need protecting? I merely need a man to warm by bed. And I would keep him there, you know? Chained, hungry, thirsty, waiting for me to come back and fuck him again."

At this point she couldn't contain her laughter as she turned around walking towards her throne again. Gods but these men were funny!

She spun on her heels again and pinned him with her stare, catching his guilty eyes as they stopped the rendezvous they had no business doing on her leather clad body.

He was starting to sweat through his navy suit and the tightness around his groin made his struggle obvious to anyone.

He loosened his tie as he not so subtly tried to adjust the little inconvenient going on under his pants.

Anyone with a minimum amount of magic could even see through his obnoscious thoughts. Thoughts of her tied up, bent on her knees and spread open for him.
He didn't even make an effort to shield them.

It made her want to gag.

Now, she was no prude.

She had had her fair share of lovers and her fair share of sexual experiences. And she had once enjoyed them. So much that nothing scared her or thrilled her anymore. It wasn't that the men she bedded weren't skilled, it was just difficult to keep her on her toes after hundreds of years.
As it was, sex was now just a way to release stress and tension. The few men she took to her bed were well aware of it and didn't expect anything more than simple fucking.

"My apologies, my Queen, if my words have offended you." He bowed, stealing a quick glance at her chest as he did so.

She would have dug his eyes out right at that moment if it wasn't for the fact that she had to act diplomatic - rush decisions are not befitting of a queen, again, her mother had liked to drill on her brain. Also, she did not want the blood of a dirty scumbag like him on her hands and she wanted to finish this quickly so she could go back to serious matters concerning the well being of her people.