Redeemers of the Fallen 6

Chapter 6: The Dark Waits

Meanwhile, at Sidexes…

“The satellite feed and the cellular signal have been disrupted, Master. Brother Gabriel is doubtful any repairs can be completed before morning light.”

“Damn it all to Hell,” cursed Şarpe. “So there’s no chance of our communications reaching the Fane or Demitru cabals before tomorrow night?”

The heavily muscled and armored man who stood facing Şarpe shook his head. Unlike most vampires who appeared sickly and frail until the scent of blood aroused their senses, Malachi was thick, muscular, and powerful with an intimidating presence that projected resolute strength. The bald warrior with demonic tattoos covering his face and body was the favorite of Şarpe’s minions, a man of formidable power who shared many of the same predilections as his master. Many an innocent young woman or man had been broken and ruined between the two of them.

“No cellular signal, no internet,” Malachi repeated. “Perhaps we should have listened to the Dark Queen and installed that backup landline she always harped on about. Whoever hacked our system knew what they were doing. This may have been an inside job, the attacker seemed familiar with our entire infrastructure. One of our rival cabals perhaps, though I can’t yet discern the intention of temporarily crippling our communications unless an attack is imminent. To fix the feed someone will need to physically climb up to the dish and the antenna and I’m afraid only a handful here possess the technical expertise necessary to troubleshoot the issue. But good luck convincing any of them to attempt a repair when we’re this close to morn.”

Şarpe didn’t say so but he had an excellent guess at the identity of the one who hacked into their network. While he disdained most modern forms of technology, Mirela immediately embraced any new advance in human innovation. She loved playing with computers and had in fact implemented the entire technological infrastructure used by Sidexes and the Pierocent manor herself. Şarpe cursed himself for a fool for not having one of his technicians lock down access to their network but then again clever Mirela probably built dozens of secret back ways into their systems when she configured their infrastructure.

Şarpe sneered with displeasure then answered, “Very well, then. I want the rest of the cabal on full alert, Brother Malachi. Patrols and watches to begin immediately following sunset this evening.”

“What exactly are you expecting tonight, Master?” Malachi wondered.

“The unexpected,” Şarpe answered cryptically. “Like always. You may begin your rest now.”

Malachi bowed respectfully after Şarpe’s dismissal and turned away, his heavy armor clinking with every movement of his powerful, heavily muscled body.

Loredana sat lazily upon a lounging chair in the corner of the hall. The poutful, simpering expression on her face was the only thing she wore, having chosen earlier to discard her flimsy nightgown so her heavy freckled breasts hung majestically from her chest while her folded legs barely concealed her pink, appetizing mons. Malachi eyed her naked body with interest as he strode by and Loredana returned his hungry stare just as appreciatively. The two of them had shared coffins on several previous occasions, Malachi being a popular choice of mate for the hedonists and perverts living at Sidexes. Even the Dark Queen enjoyed subjecting herself to Malachi’s rough treatments from time to time. However, playtime between the horny vampires would have to wait for another night.

Şarpe sighed heavily as he neared Loredana and noticed the look of childish impudence on her face. This air-headed brat had begun to wear on him as of late.

“I’m hungry, Eduard!” Loredana whined. “Why is there no food?”

“There are more of our kind populating Sidexes this evening than at any other time in the castle’s ancient history, you foolish slut,” Şarpe snarled. “Of course you’re hungry. We all are!”

“It’s not fair!” Loredana loudly complained. “Why does your cabal get to finish off the prisoners and servants while I starve? Aside from you, I’m the eldest vampire here! I have seniority!”

“All my warriors must be replenished to their full strength for tomorrow night,” Şarpe explained wearily as his fingertips squeezed the bridge of his nose to ward off an oncoming headache. “We’ve already culled every village within a fifty-mile radius of the castle and that still wasn’t enough to feed everyone. What more do you expect from me?”

“I expect you to find me fresh meat!” Loredana shrieked as she slashed apart the upholstery of the chair with her claw-like fingernails and arose from her lounging position. “It’s what you’re best at!”

Şarpe rolled his eyes and grumbled, “You do realize this is all your fault?”

“Excuse me?” Loredana squeaked with incredulity.

“Things have been going downhill around here ever since you first arrived at Sidexes,” Şarpe said. “As always, my opinion was never consulted but if it were up to me I would have advised Vivianna and Nicolae that creating more of us was pure folly. We were perfectly fine before you and your sisters invaded our family’s modest home and upset a delicate balance.”

“Ha!” Loredana barked. “Spare me the bullshit outrage, Eduard! If we’d never ‘arrived’ at Sidexes you would still be old Turenau’s pet lapdog and Countess Vivianna’s boy toy. Face it Eduard, the Pierocent sisters invading your home is the greatest thing that’s ever happened to you.”

“Your constant presence here is more of an amusement than anything great,” Şarpe said with a dismissive handwave before gleaming his sister vampire using his best smile. “However, I will concede that you tend to formulate ideas most clever and wicked. Tell me then what you believe we should do about this food shortage?”

Loredana grinned back at Şarpe as she sat up on her knees, her large freckled breasts bouncing and jiggling hypnotically while she reasserted herself.

“Do you think we should kill all the blondes?” Loredana suggested with far too much enthusiasm.

Şarpe stroked his chin thoughtfully and responded, “An intriguing notion, to be sure. That many mouths to feed only compounds our perplexing issue. Yet ultimately I believe we will be enormously grateful tomorrow night to have that much cannon fodder standing between us and our beloved Queen.”

“You truly believe Mirela is returning?” Loredana asked with breathless terror.

“Oh yes, of that I have no doubt,” Şarpe affirmed. “This unexplained outage, the long period of silence and withdrawal, the subtle but discernible maneuvering of chess pieces. All telltale signs of Mirela Turenau’s keen mind. The Dark Queen comes with the full moon tomorrow night and I do believe she intends to murder us all.”

“But why betray us? Why now?” Loredana wondered.

Şarpe shrugged and answered, “Revenge, surely. Or perhaps she is merely removing the most obvious rivals to her power. Maybe this is the only way she receives a sexual thrill any more. Does the reason matter? As to the timing, I cannot say for sure. Something has changed, though, I feel it in my fangs. Some unforeseen occurrence has developed without our knowledge. A new player has entered the game.”

Loredana was silent for a moment while she contemplated Şarpe’s words before asking with a strange hint of excitement, “Do you remember what happened to Countess Vivianna when she challenged Mirela?”

“Who could possibly forget watching a body that lovely disintegrate into billions of tiny pieces?” Şarpe remarked, his eyes shining with admiration. “Mirela did well to hide the true extent of her power until the Countess realized too late her tragic miscalculation.”

Loredana stared at Şarpe with sly and critical amusement until she giggled and burst out, “You’re still in love with her, aren’t you? Oh, this is rich!”

Even with his excessively paled features, Şarpe’s skin blanched an even whiter shade as he scoffed indignantly, “Preposterous!”

“It’s so depressingly obvious,” Loredana sighed with pity as she ruefully shook her head and floated effortlessly from her seated position on the couch up to her feet. She advanced upon Şarpe until her luscious naked body was pressed up against the front of his fully-clothed form and her arms were curled around his back. “Pathetic, really. She will never feel for you the way you do about her. Her heart has always belonged to another and it always will.”

Loredana pushed Şarpe’s unresisting body to the floor where she laid him down and undid his belt buckle before tugging off his boots, stockings, and trousers. She unbuttoned his shirt and parted the folds of its plackets to reveal the rippling muscle beneath which she scratched her long red-polished fingernails across.

“But even if Mirela’s heart cannot belong to you perhaps we can make the rest of her yours?” Loredana wondered aloud while she absentmindedly worked on removing Şarpe’s underlings. “When she returns tomorrow evening we should entrap her just as we did during her turning so many years ago. Together we will beat her, starve her, hurt her, and rape her over and over until she is utterly broken. Then if she still refuses to bend heel to us our dearest Mirela must be destroyed.”

Loredana positioned herself above Şarpe’s groin by dragging her soft plush bosom down across his chest and crotch until her cherry-red lips were inches away from the bulbous purple head of Şarpe’s hairless penis. She hungrily took Şarpe’s prick inside her mouth and began urgently sucking him back to life. After so long without a fresh infusion of blood, Şarpe typically had difficulty achieving an erection but wicked Loredana always found ways to revive his sluggish python.

Loredana worked Şarpe’s prick using her mouth and tongue to suck and slurp at his throbbing cock while squeezing his testicles mercilessly. Şarpe groaned with pleasure and flexed the muscles of his powerful body as Loredana scratched the points of her fangs along the sides of his tightening shaft in the fashion he preferred most. Loredana had been serving Şarpe’s cock daily for centuries and knew well by now the tricks that would make Eduard most agreeable to her demands.

Loredana felt Şarpe growing harder and longer in her mouth until his head tickled the entrance to her throat. She parted her lips and stretched her jaw wide open as her mouth plunged down Şarpe’s prick until she choked the double-digit inches of his thick meat down past her airways. Loredana’s mouth made disgusting choking and gagging noises as Şarpe’s upward-thrusting cock churned frothy saliva inside her mouth that she slobbered all down his sloppy prick. Loredana pulled back and drooled the thick soup over the head of his prick, gasping a quick pull of breath and stroking her slimy spittle all along Şarpe’s cock before swallowing him yet again.

Şarpe seized Loredana’s bright red tresses in both hands and held her face steady as he thrust his prick brutally upward. Loredana received his every deep attack upon her stretched-open throat with the ease of a woman who had been performing such depraved acts for centuries. Her face flushed with color and her eyes burned red with intensity as Şarpe ruthlessly used her mouth and made her throat bulge outward every time Şarpe’s pink python filled her gullet.

Now that Şarpe had achieved his mighty full length, Loredana saw no use in delaying further. She bit down hard on his cock, withdrew her mouth with a sucking pop of her lips, then swiftly mounted him. Şarpe’s prick slid easily into the hollow of Loredana’s cunny as she pushed the slick entrance into her sex organ all the way down Şarpe’s intimidating length. Loredana seated herself atop Şarpe until his long prick had fully submerged inside her wet tunnel and both their pelvises had made contact.

Şarpe writhed beneath Loredana wanting badly to fuck but the teasing vampiress kept her delectable body frustratingly still above him. Loredana planted her weight down on Şarpe and held his wrists steady so her constant companion in deathly perversions would experience all of her expansive insides surrounding his cock while she spoke with her riveted captive.

“Once Mirela is either enslaved or obliterated, there will be a need for a new Queen of Darkness,” Loredana explained while she received all of Şarpe’s bestially long cock deep within her squishy cavity. “But this Queen will rule beside her Dark King as an equal rather than assuming the seat of power for herself. You deserve to rule over all the pathetic worms and maggots of this world, Eduard, and while as Queen I may not possess the abilities of my eldest sister, I possess my own special magic.”

Even after centuries of use and abuse, Loredana’s cunny somehow still remained as tight and malleable as ever with a tightly clenching tunnel that tugged and pulled at Şarpe’s foreskin while he groaned helplessly. Loredana slowly lifted her stuffed cunny up Şarpe’s cock centimeter by excruciating centimeter until only the merest tip of his over-lubricated prick remained inside her. Then Loredana slammed her cunny back down the entire excessive length of his shaft in one quick motion. Şarpe moaned as she slowly lifted her pelvis up then swiftly descended his staff again. Then again. Then again and again with increasingly more rapid speeds. Loredana’s large orb-like breasts bounced wildly in the air and her perfectly plump bottom flattened against Şarpe’s thighs with wet smacking noises every time she fucked him.

“Face it, Eduard,” Loredana breathlessly continued as Şarpe’s magnificent prick filled her up near to breaching her cervix every time she stabbed herself with his hulking cock. “I’m the only woman who’s ever been able to handle you.”

Şarpe was forced to agree. So many of his victims were left broken and useless after he violated them with his huge prick. But even considering the deceptive tightness of Loredana’s entrance to her cunny, her deep, wide vagina accommodated Şarpe’s penetrations like it had been built specifically to fit his giant member. No other had ever received him with such casual ease or such obvious and depraved delight.

Loredana laughed and squealed like a madwoman as she pinned Şarpe down by his wrists and sat above him with the soles of her feet laid flat on the floor in a leapfrog position. From this angle she fucked him so hard that his entire length spilled out of her with every hard bounce upward then her opposite downward motion swallowed up his entire long cock once again. Loredana’s clenched cunny made loud sucking and slurping noises as it greedily consumed Şarpe’s huge pecker over and over. She never behaved this dominantly with Şarpe. Usually Loredana preferred bending over submissively and allowing Şarpe to stick his giant thing deep inside whichever orifice he preferred.

“Do you agree then, my love?” Loredana asked as her heavy tits flopped everywhere while she rode Şarpe for all he was worth. “Mirela our drooling pet? Mirela our devoted slave? Mirela our cocksucker? Mirela our cunt-licker? Mirela our brainless fuck-toy? We will use Mirela’s magic against her then imprison her, feeding her only the barest scraps until she does our every bidding just to stave off her final death from starvation. With Mirela as our compliant tool we shall be unstoppable! Eventually I’m certain she will come to love us as only a devoted slave can, desperate from hunger and eager to please in any sick way we desire. How does that sound, Eduard? It sounds delicious to me!”

Loredana licked her lips as she imagined the Dark Queen kneeling before her and drooling to taste the foulness flowing from Loredana’s cunt. Şarpe shuddered and trembled violently beneath Loredana, crying out loud as his prick spasmed uncontrollably. Blood and semen ejected from his prick in powerful, lengthy spurts as Loredana’s perfect pink cunny clenched tightly around his seizing shaft and worked the pulsing cock slowly until she milked his body dry.

“Mmm, there you go, big boy,” Loredana sighed happily as she felt Şarpe’s vile emissions pumping deep into the crevices within her body. “Give all of it to Sister Loredana. I love how much you cum! Mmm yes, fill me up!”

“I accept your proposal,” Şarpe quietly acquiesced as he gushed continually inside the flame-haired vixen who now controlled him.

“Good,” Loredana affirmed as she released her paralyzing hold over Şarpe’s wrists and cock and lifted herself from him. “You’ve made the right choice, Eduard.”

With the long, fleshy dam now removed, mixed juices spilled out from Loredana’s cunny with a loud, obscene squelch when she stood up but the hedonist paid little mind to her improper display as she splashed her gross leavings all over the floor. She sat back down beside Şarpe with her knees folded beneath her while he panted for breath. Loredana leaned in close to stroke and pet his meticulously styled brown hair.

“Tomorrow night we will return Mirela to the coffin where she belongs,” Loredana told Şarpe viciously as she curled her fingers tightly enough in his thick, ruffled hair that she tugged at his roots. “Or else put her in a coffin she will never rise from again.”

Loredana pulled on Şarpe’s hair hard enough to lift his head then slammed him back down against the stone floor. An ordinary man’s skull would have been crushed to a pulp by the strength Loredana used to drive Şarpe’s head into the ground but the only visible evidence of her assault were cracks in the cobblestones spreading fractals from the impact zone of Şarpe’s crash. Though his skull was tougher than a rock the elder vampire could expect a splitting headache in his near future.

“I am hungry, Eduard,” Loredana said with a dangerous glint in her eye as she relinquished her grip on Şarpe’s hair and slapped him across the cheek. “Do not disappoint me.”

Loredana stood up straight and proud above Şarpe in an intimidating show of the dark and dangerous beauty she possessed. Her snakelike curves were surely a devil’s construction intended to obfuscate and muddle the thoughts of even the most pious man. Şarpe lifted a hand to his reddened cheek and watched the rippling sway of Loredana’s stunningly sculpted backside as she strode away to her resting place without another word.

After allowing a moment for recovery, Şarpe sat up with a pained groan and looked through the doorway that the foul temptress had exited from. Şarpe still had difficulty containing his giddiness at the prospect of reuniting with Mirela tomorrow night. If he had the opportunity, would he rather fuck her or kill her? Could he bear to exist without his Queen Mirela at his side? What the devil was the matter with him?

I’m ruined, Şarpe thought with dismay. Destroyed by these sisters who surely must have conspired together to torment me for the rest of eternity!

“The Dark Lord take all you damned Pierocents!” Şarpe screamed after Loredana though she had long since withdrawn from his presence.

Şarpe’s breath huffed and his face turned red as he seethed with anger and considered his predicament. He remembered being subjected to almost this exact same scenario while being made subservient to Count and Countess Turenau. But Şarpe came out on top that time, surviving and far outliving both of his Turenau masters for all the great power they possessed. Thinking of those old ghouls stirred a ghost memory, tickling the mind of the elder vampire. Suddenly a path forward made itself so apparent Şarpe could almost see invisible footprints on the floor guiding his way.

Şarpe giggled to himself as schemes and plots reworked themselves inside his diseased mind. His high-pitched tittering built to cackling, riotous laughter that echoed throughout the castle halls. Şarpe rose to his feet like a new man and undertook his bold next move. If Şarpe’s plan came to fruition, neither Loredana with her seductive wiles nor Mirela with all her powerful genius would ever expect what was coming.

THE END OF CHAPTER SIX