He stood up from the bed and opened the door. Opening the
door, he bowed slightly and gestured her to come inside. With the corner of his
eye he saw the girl's surprised look. She was quite short and had short red
hair and green eyes. The freckles on her face were a sweet addition. Scared she
entered the room, he put his hand on her shoulder and led her to the bed. He
felt her trembling, he lifted her head with his hand so that she looked at him.
She blushed immediately. Because she had short hair, his look fell on her neck,
but before that he was looking into her eyes. After a few moments her eyes lost
their shine, and he knew that he managed to break through the barrier of her
mind. "Are you offering me your blood, my lady?"-He asked with a smile
on his face. "I offer you myself. Take whatever you like my lord." -
said the girl, with her "empty" voice. With his hand he leaned her
head slowly. He approached her neck with his lips, licked her with hiss tongue
licked and sank his fangs. Her blood was sweet as honey, and soon he got lost
in the moment. He finally felt his thirst reducing and hardly made himself stop
drinking. He stepped away, licked his fangs for every last drop of her blood
and then licked her neck to stop the bleeding. This time he once again went too
far and drank more than he should have. He felt awful, but he knew that he had
to do it if he wants to survive. He turned back to the waitress that stared at
a wall with her empty eyes. Out of his pants he pulled out a cloth necklace and
placed it around her neck, telling her
"This is for you. Carry it for a week and do not try to remove it before,
because it brings good luck " He looked into her eyes and the shine
returned to them. The girl was startled and looked around.
"Lady, could you maybe bring me another glass of
wine?"-He asked, as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, sir, do not call me lady, I'm just an ordinary peasant. I will bring
you the wine immediately." -got up from the bed with a red face and quickly left the room. He got comfortable on the
bed, waiting for the girl to come back with his drink. He thought and decided
to take her tonight. A knocking on the doors teared him out of his thoughts. He
was already impatient and a naughty smile appeared on his face.
As the doors opened, there was not the girl but a tall, young
man. His mood quickly turned into irritated one. The young man came and
observed the room for a while.
"What do you want?" - He angrily asked him and he was close to throwing him out, but he knew he would not leave
until he says what he came for.
"Is this the way you should talk to your older
brother?" - he smiled at him.
"Candeo don't fuck with me. Say what you came for! "-he was getting slowly impatient. Although they were in appearance not too similar, but it was truth that Candeo was his older brother.
He hated being in the same room as him. The redheaded asshole has always bothered and embarrassed him whenever he appeared near him.
"Well, I came to see you. Are you
going to forbid me even that?" - he moved the little tuft of hair because it was falling directly on his eyes.
"You know that I can't stand you. You come only when you need something or when you're carrying a message from our father. "-He looked at his brother.
His brother is the same as their mother, at least in appearance. Both have slightly wavy red hair and intensively
green eyes. And
Caligo was the same as father, black hair and bright blue eyes. He in fact wished that he was the same as his mother because he hated everyone in his family except her.
"Father sends you the message to come back or there will be
consequences." - his brother suddenly got serious.
"Have you told him where I am?" - he upped his tone, but not
too high because someone might hear them.
"Of course not. Do you think that I would betray my favorite
"I'm your only brother. You idiot! "-He said angrily and then blew into the air so that he could remove strayed hair that was tickling his nose, and then continued.
"How is it that he now remembered to allow me come home? After he gave me up and threw me out of the
He really thinks I'll be coming back? After mother's death, nothing was ever the same. I do not want to go back to that huge castle that reminds me of how it once was." -
he slightly lowered his head because he did not want to look at Candeo who reminded him of her. Soon
he felt a hand on his head which was patting him.
"Don't cry. You have not changed, you're still a little cry-baby. "
Instantly, he lifted his head grimly looking at him. He
wanted to kill him right away, but he knew he would not succeed since Candeo was far more powerful, because he's older an half a decade.
"Who is crying? Argh I hate you! Get out where you came from! "
"Hey! I did not mean to upset you. I came here only to convey father's message and see how you are. "-Before Caligo managed to handle this situation he hugged him and in a whisper continued:
"I recommend you not to come back home, because I think that father is up to something. Don't do stupid things and don't draw attention to
afraid that one of his informants followed me here, but I lost them on the way. Take care of yourself! " -even
though he knew that Caligo hated him he still cared for him. He wanted to help but this was the only way to protect him. He stepped away from Caligo who did not move. He turned his head, he was grateful that he warned him but barely managed to say it.
"Awww how cute!" - He once again threw
him self to hug him but Caligo reached out to
stop him in it, but without success.
"Let go of me!"
"I can't, you're too cute when you're thankful. Thank you for listening to
off of him and headed for the door, then stopped there.
He turned to his younger brother and smiled at him a bit sadly.
"Take care of yourself bro."-Caligo got angry and with his hands pushed him in the back to make him go.
"I'm going now!"- he finally moved and went. Caligo slammed the door
and went back to bed. He was upset. He never knew what his father was thinking, not even now, but he believed Candeo. He hated him or way jealous
because he could stay with his father, and he could not. A knocking on the
doors drew him out of his thoughts. He stood up and opened the doors. Outside
the door stood the redhead waitress with a tray on which was a bottle of red wine and a glass. He had to admit that he completely forgot about her, but as soon as he saw her a smile returned to his face. He took her by the hand, with the other hand he took the tray and brought her into the room. He
left the tray on the table and approached her from behind. He hugged her around
her waist and started kissing her neck while he was going with his hands over
"I want you whole." he whispered into her ear and
felt under his hands how chills went through her whole body.
With one hand he had moved her necklace that he gave her and with the other unbuttoned her blouse, the girl did not
complain and obviously she wanted it too
because she ran with her hands over
his crotch. He turned her around to himself and lifted her chin a
little so he could kiss her. The girl put her hand under his shirt in order to feel his skin under her fingers, she slowly took his shirt of and while she did she kissed his body.
While she was
tenderly kissing him, he already completely stripped her and as she noticed she blushed and began to cover herself with her hands because of
embarrassment. He thought she was all sweet and shy like that. He slowly made her lay
down and the bed and slowly entered her while he kissed her. At first he was gentle and tried to go as slow as possible. With one hand he was playing with her breasts, she began to emit sounds of pleasure. It was making him crazy
and he wanted to make her even louder so he started moving faster. Drops of
sweat started appearing on her skin, she was getting louder and louder and began to twist her body with pleasure, for that was a sign that she is close to climax. That made him proud so a
little naughty smile appeared on his face. Soon her body completely relaxed, and he took it out. With one hand he separated her legs, and with the fingers of the other hand he began to play with her. Under his fingers he felt that she was getting more and more wet.
"Rise"-he told her, still not moving his fingers. She first had a surprised look on her face but than she slowly got up. He came to her from behind and with his hand gently pushed her back so she would lean over the
He kissed her back and with his hands first spread her legs so that he enter her again. She let out a sound of pleasure and then covered her mouth. He again started playing with her breasts, and she started making quiet sounds of pleasure. Soon he
grabbed her arms and started thrusting faster. Each movement was a pleasure, he let her hands but with one hand he grabbed her breasts so he could sat her up and with the other he went around her clitoris. She turned her head toward him with her half opened mouth that was asking for his
kisses that would silence her moans that were getting only louder. He started kissing her
while throbbing his dick into her. He was lost in the moment, but when he felt that he was about to come any minute he got out of her and came on her white ass that shone with sweat. He put his fingers on her pussy and felt that she came and her legs were shaking and she was barely
standing. He took her and carried her to the bed. Just as he put her down she looked at him and it was just enough to erase her memory of the night. The girl
soon fell asleep and he noticed that the whole night went by and that it will soon dawn so he started dressing. He walked out of the room quietly, went down into the pub and left the money for the drink and additions. He quickly went to the castle before the sun shows its rays.
Lately he has become really careless when it came to returning to the castle. He hated this empty mansion, but even more the thought of returning to his father's home. He did not even bother to go further than his bed so he just crawled under the sheets and fell asleep. He was
glad that the night was finally over and that he had fun at the end. He fell
asleep and dreamed of his childhood and his face had a sad smile.