Quiet Laughter

There splattered with blood, cracked from the harsh treatment it received, was Royal’s memorial stone to their mother.

“It’s best to keep it in the family.” Was all Karnik said, drinking up the delicious reactions his fairy was giving him.”

“Y-you bastard.” He whispered. Maynard hit a particularly good spot and he arched up into the vampire beneath him, throwing his head back with a cry.

Arun took this opportunity and finally eased his cock into the Fae’s mouth. It was better than he'd imagined.

Karnik leisurely unzipped his pants, letting Tighe hear. "Say it like you mean it."

Tighe nearly choked on the length of Arun’s member as it slid down toward his throat.
Instinctively he swallowed and tried to pull back but was suddenly griped by his hair and jerked forward by Arun.

He was screaming silently inside his mind as low whimpers escaped from around Arun’s hard cock from May’s enthusiastic attentions. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He tried untying the rope around his own manhood but one of the vampires, Arun or Maynard or even both, pinned his hands down.

They were driving him insane.

Karnik slid in slowly, enjoying the friction and the heat, soon he picked up the same rhythm as Arun, who was now fucking Tighe’s mouth with little regard.

Tighe was beginning to lose consciousness. He was losing blood to his nether regions and through the many holes in his body. Then just as Tighe swore he was going to suffocate on Arun’s cock, a thick bittersweet substance rushed into his mouth. The large vampire pumped a few more times into his mouth until his knees went weak and he fell back from the Fae.

The first thing Tighe did now his mouth was free was to throw up.

Arun pulled a face as vomit hit him and the bed as well as May. "I don't think he appreciates us."

Karnik, safely out of vomit reach, merely laughed.

May rolled away from Tighe in disgust and began to pout as he peeled out of his clothes off to raid Royal’s things. As for Tighe, he was dry heaving, choking down gulps of air and squirming away from Karnik.

“He’s an awful beast.” May sulked.

Karnik hit Tighe’s prostate in quick succession. "The worst." He chortled.

“Get it off!” he screamed ramming himself back onto Karnik’s cock. His pleasure was mindless.

Karnik moved them away from the vomit and began to screw Tighe in earnest. He lowered his mouth to Tighe’s ear.

"Ask very nicely... And I might remove it.”

“P-please!” the Fae begged as one deep thrust nearly took his breath away. “Please take the rope off!”

He threw his head back onto Karnik’s shoulder and hooked his ankles around the vampire’s legs.

Karnik nibbled on Tighe’s ear, "and what's my name?"

“K-Kar..” the fae began before he cried out when the vampire hit his prostate sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. When Tighe tried again to say his name, Karnik repeated the same actions as before.

He was getting a bad feeling he knew what Karnik wanted.

Karnik sank his fangs into the back of Tighe’s neck, and withdrew to lick languidly. "Say it." He urged, voice breathy now.

“Royal’s Master.” Tighe whispered his eyes fluttering closed at the exquisite pain contrasting with the extreme pleasure he felt.

Close, but not close enough. "And who's your master?"

Tighe cracked one eye open and cut its gaze to Karnik, “Not. You”

Karnik chortled with delight. "Then I won't remove it."

“Then I guess you’ll have to kill-“ Tighe was cut off by his own scream as the vampire began violently thrusting into him, each time hitting that spot of pleasure.

Karnik growled. "You're mine" And increased the pace.

Tighe let out a keening scream but still no matter how much he died for release he refused to submit and acknowledge Karnik as his master.

May found a pair of pants and a poncho inside the trunk and began to put them on. All the while he inwardly shook his head at Tighe. How long before he caves in, he wondered.

Arun rolled to his feet and stripped himself of the soiled clothes as Tighe’s noise got annoying.

Karnik started to tease Tighe’s cock in time with his thrusts. Tighe bit his lip and began quoting the laws of the Court in his head to side track his mind.

Thy shall not harm beings of creation.

Karnik kept up the punishing pace, twisting his fingers around Tighe’s cock, hitting his prostate dead on with every thrust.

A whimper escaped his lips and Tighe clamped down harder on his lips, tensing his lower muscles.

Thy shall approach all innocents with peace.

Karnik moaned at this and retaliated with pain. He picked up the knife that Arun had left and let the tip of it pierce the soft flesh of Tighe’s arms.

He flinched and cried out as his body began unconsciously heaving back onto Karnik’s cock. His muscles were clamping down hard on the vampire, his movements bringing him closer and closer to climax but never release.

Karnik groaned in the back of this throat and didn't hold back, back arching, hair flung back as he came. He lay on top of Tighe’s writhing body for a few moments, luxuriating in the aftershocks. Karnik picked up the slightly larger memorial tablet behind Tighe’s back.

"Still not giving in?" He purred

The jerking of the vampire’s cock inside his body sent shudders through the Fae. He hardly heard the question asked or knew when the vampire pulled out and began rubbing his body against the coarse fabric beneath him.

“Let go of me.” Tighe rasped out.

Karnik shrugged. "I'll take that as a no." With practiced ease he inserted the memorial tablet into Tighe’s body. "Know what this one is?"

The Fae gasped and shuddered as a familiar unyielding object entered him. Tighe buried his face into the bed and began to sob. Not otousan . Not his tablet.

The man who took a pale skinned boy with strange colored hair in under his wing and treated him as his heir was being disgraced. Tighe knew what he had to do to bring just a bit honor back to his step-father.

“Master stop!” he screamed throwing his head back in despair.

Karnik smiled, bemused at how easy that been. "You're very sure?" He gave a few more thrusts with the tablet.

“Master...Karnik...stop” Tighe sobbed and buried his face into the bed to hide his tears.

Karnik dropped the tablet to the bed and rolled Tighe over onto his back, making sure he could see the tablet of course. "Anything else you'd like to request?"

“A steel tanto. “Tighe gasped squeezing his eyes shut. “A silk cloth and...holy water?” He cracked one eye open, glanced at Karnik countenance and immediately shut his eye in fear.

Karnik frowned. This was not the sort of request he usually got in this position... But Tighe had asked very nicely. He mentally shrugged and shouted for May, and made him fetch them.

“Why are you doing this?” he groaned. “Why did you even pick me..to do this?” he blushed as he said the last part.

Ever since Royal was exiled, I’ve been raped by a total of four men. Twice by one of them. Tighe remembered with an inward shudder. Raped by the sainted Queen’s hand maiden and her mother! Tortured, stabbed, cut, inebriated…and all within the week!

Karnik shrugged. "It's just what I like doing."

He said it like it was merely going down to the street to play cards every weekend. Something his mum wouldn’t really approve of, but did nonetheless. He feathered his fingers over Tighe's cock,

"You don't seem to mind so much." he said with a grin.

Tighe cried out and began begging in the Fae tongue for him to remove the rope from around his cock. May returned moments later with the desired objects and curiously watched his master play with the Fae.

Well, isn’t he resilient, the vampire thought mildly amused.

Karnik picked up the silk and let it whisper over Tighe’s cock. "Anything else you'd like?"

The Fae bit back a moan and nodded. He wanted that damn rope off! His mind was in utter chaos that his innate magicks began slipping out of him, randomly transforming objects. One of Royal’s guns turned into a cork gun. The bowl and pitcher of water changed into a child’s tea set.

“The rope.” He choked out. “Get...off!”

Karnik smiled. "Say it." With one hand he drew the tanto, flipping it idly in the air whilst he waited.

“Master please!” Tighe cried. “Take it off!”

He drops the silk and cuts the rope off with the knife, sliding it between his cock and the rope, letting the Fae feel the shock of the cold metal. In seconds the rope falls the bed, Karnik quickly replaces it with his hand around Tighe’s cock, and uses the generous hilt of the tanto to fuck Tighe.

He harshly cries out in release, the long sound tearing through his throat. When another and another wave crashed through him, he lost his breath and went into a fit of ragged coughing. When he was done, Tighe was on the verge of unconsciousness.

Karnik shrugged and threw the holy water over him. Could help, shame to waste his request after all that.

Somehow Tighe had the strength to crawl away and began dragging himself toward the two discarded tablets. He pulled the tanto out of him, slit his wrists neatly then began to splatter drops of his blood on top of the tablets. It was there he collapsed and fell off the bed.

Karnik frowned, puzzled. He waved a hand at May. "Tend him. Don't let him die." Which meant his blood was off limits. Silly sucker was trying to escape? That was the only explanation that made sense.

May silently shook his head as he tore off two strips of cloth from the shirt he wore and used it to staunch Tighe’s wounds. He actually was beginning to admire the young man a tad.

Looking around at the miscellaneous transmutations around him Maynard could see the only reason Tighe finally submitted was because his magicks went out of control. Even though he was poorly used and abused, the Fae didn’t wish any harm to any one of them.

It was kinda cute, May thought when he secured the last of the makeshift bandages. He wrapped the Fae in a soiled blanket then picked him up in his arms.

“So what now, Master?” Maynard inquired.

Karnik rearranged his clothing languidly, brushing his long dirty fingers through his hair. "The Castle."

“Wakey wakey, Arun.” May trilled. “We’re all goin’ home.”

Arun trundled in, wearing damp trousers from where he'd rinsed them under a pump, shirtless, tugging his boots on.

Karnik stretched luxuriously and started to lead the way.

Tighe moaned softly as the three men walked down the street and slipped unnoticed onto Camino Fantasma. There waiting for them was none other than Danu.

“How sweet, little Tighe taking a nap.” She cooed and pinched one of his cheeks. Tighe whimpered.

“So, do you three need a ride?” Danu inquired and giggled. “Which house are we off to now, Nikky dear?”

Karnik smiled, grasped her hand in his and brushed his blood stained mouth over her knuckles as would any courtly gentleman. "How generous Danu. To mine Castle."

Danu jerked her hand free with a disdainful sniff, “Fine.”

Suddenly the ground turned to jelly and then vanished. Before anyone could blink, Maynard watched in horror as everyone except him plunged into the desert oasis. He jerked his gaze away from the sputtering vampires to look at the smug former queen.

“You are lucky you’re carrying my little Tighe.” Danu told him. “Else you would be joining your sickening master.”

Karnik landed with a curse, going completely underwater. He irrationally thought 'these trousers are ruined' before surfacing. He let his low, rich chuckle echo across the water before Arun surfaced and ruined the effect.

His Castle stood against the night sky, backlit by the moon and was a grand sight. Built in the latest Gothic style upon a solid rock bed in the mist of all the sand. The drawbridge was down. Someone had left the door open.

Just then, Royal came racing out of the castle mindless of her bloodied state just as Danu floated down followed by Maynard and Tighe.

“Miss me Royal, m’dear?” Danu inquired right before getting decked by the angry blond Fae.

“What the hell happened!?” she demanded of no one in particular.

Karnik walked out of the oasis like nothing averse had happened. Only one who had served him for long would know of the tell tale tightening of his eyes that betrayed his irritation. Arun slogged out of the water, cursing away, ignoring everyone else.

“Well if you ask me, Ah’d say that Queenie over there.” May jerked his head to the downed Danu. “ dumped everyone inta the oasis.”

“I wasn’t asking you, you idiotic fruit!” Royal screamed at Maynard.

Karnik looked at the moonlight on his damp hand. All the blood was gone. Shame. He smiled as serenely as he knew how. “We just made use of our newest acquisition.”

Royal spared a glance for her brother, took in his limp weakened state and honed in on his bandaged wrists.

"May I inquire as to why his wrists are cut?"

Karnik shrugged. "You may inquire. It was his desire."

Royal frowned and Maynard in that time was kind enough to clarify the statement.

“Seemed to me some sort of Japan –o-nese thing with some chips ah stone.” He chuckled. “Passed out ‘for he could do anything but bleed on’em.”

Though her face betrayed nothing, Royal’s mind began to put two and two together that came with a disturbing answer. The only ‘chips of stone’ Maynard could be referring to was her parents’ memorial tablets which were sitting almost in plain sight in her room. Blood letting, from the wrists no less, was a tradition of purification.

“You used my parents’ tablets to fuck him, didn’t you?”

Karnik smirked at the delicious memory. "Oh yes. Both."

Inwardly Royal cringed, as she said in a neutral tone “I disposed of the necromancers as commanded.”

Arun stopped cursing under his breath and wrung the water out of his hair, and wished he could do the same for his ears before he started truly paying attention to what was going on around him.

Karnik twirled. "Oh goody. Did they beg?"

“No, they knew it wouldn’t do any good.” She replied as Danu finally returned to consciousness and climbed to her feet.

“So they screamed like your brother.” Maynard said with a snicker. “You know he really started in when he saw those stones in him.”

Karnik giggled a little. "What an apt description." He praised Maynard. He ran his nails through his matted hair.

The bald vampire tossed Tighe up and caught him as if one would a small worthless rock. The lifeless Fae could only whimper as his injured body was jarred. He didn’t even have the strength enough to plead.

“I am ashamed to report that some of the necromancers escaped my blade.” Royal said in an attempt to shift the subject back to what was at hand. She silently took note of the furious expression on Danu’s face and at who it was directed at.

So, she’s pissed at Master Karnik for something....

Karnik raised an eyebrow. "Oh? And how did this occur?"

“By running in different directions, very fast.” Royal replied hoping to focus attention on herself and not the deathly angry Danu. She could see the former queen gathering invisible threads of power to launch. “ Buffalo do it all the time to escape hunting parties.”

Karnik laughed. "A stampede of necromancers." He mussed on this. "And did it not occur to you that this would happen?"

“I am only one person.” Royal replied demurely. “One hunter can only kill so much.”

From a clear night sky, a rain of lightning suddenly fell.

Maynard felt himself and Tighe jerk to the side of one vicious bolt. He knew the sole reason the bolt missed its mark, namely himself, was because Royal had grabbed a hold of her brother. He just had a good grip on the Fae.

Karnik raised his now singed eyebrows, the lighting still flashing in his inner eye. He wolf whistled. "Someone’s feisty today." He decided then and there he was going to kill her.

“You hurt my little Tighe.” Danu growled as a bolt slammed into Arun’s general direction. “I did not give you permission to cause him that much harm.”

Then her whole demeanor changed and she added off handedly, “Oh sure, use some force with him. A nice smack or muscle pulling but not enough to make him cry out as if he were dying .”

Karnik’s eyes narrowed, his lips curved in a smirk. "And since when have I ever let you tell me what to do."

“You’re far too young to have such an ego.” Danu sneered launching another set of deadly bolts forcing Royal to save her brother and Maynard once again.

“When your greatest of your grandsires was still shitting on himself, I was ruling millions!” cried the angry Queen.

“Beg for my forgiveness for your sins against my Tighe, and maybe I’ll allow you to live.” She added lightly before another round of lightning rained down.

Karnik rolled behind a rock, his heart shocked into beating by the electric surges. Sparks danced along the edges of his earrings. He put his hands on his tights and zapped himself, and then grabbed Arun’s neck, laughing as he yelled.

This isn’t about Tighe anymore, Royal realized jerking Tighe and Maynard to safety a third time. She’s dead set on killing Master Karnik and screw anything…or any one else.

She knew she had to stop her. Royal drew in a slow calming breath as she surveyed her options. A plan evolved in her brain.

“Protect fraello .” Royal ordered Maynard drawing one of the knives on her person. “I’m going to go and kill this bitch .”

Before the vampire could argue, she had already seemingly vanished into their surroundings.

Arun gurgled in Karnik’s hold, body jerking with the electricity surged through him. Knowing better than to struggle or beg he hung in Karnik’s grip until he was released. He fell to the ground and crawled through the dust as his body jerked. He crawled away from Karnik, and realized why he'd been released.

Danu had gotten to close to Karnik, and Karnik now had her around the neck, squeezing with far more force than he'd used on Arun, but still calculated. He laughed as Danu was jolted by the collected electricity, the smell of singed hair and flesh growing.

“I shall not be denied!” the dying Fae rasped drawing upon the last of her power and directed it into the palms of her hands. An inferno of flames shot up from the tips of her fingers to her elbow and with the last of her strength thrust her hands straight for the vampire’s heart.

Suddenly from nowhere, Royal appeared then with a flash of her knife, severed Karnik’s hand around Danu’s neck and kicked the former queen away from the vampire. With a detached air, she watched Danu sail straight into the oasis and hit with a crackle, hiss and a splash.

Karnik watched Danu sail into lake. He looked from that to his bleeding stump. It wasn't a serious wound, as wounds go, but more than damn inconvenient until it grew back. With his remaining hand, he lashed out and slapped Royal with full force, the force of the blow throwing her to the ground.

“Fraella! ” Tighe cried weakly. He briefly fought against Maynard but his strength abandoned him quickly.

Royal crawled up to her knees and bowed before Karnik, resting her aching head against the ground.

“Though I only caused you harm in my duty to protect your life, I beg your forgiveness, Master.” She told him. “I saw your life in danger from the flames and reacted without thought.”

Karnik kicked her head like a football knocking her to the side. "What sound reasoning."

He still harbored the suspicion she'd thought of that after the action had been carried out. "I can't argue the end result." He gestured with his now sluggishly bleeding stump at the lake, with the charred body of the old Faerie Queen.

“Fraella! ” Tighe screamed louder as he squirmed out of Maynard’s grasp and ran to his sister’s side. He wrapped an arm Royal, who had rolled back up to her knees and was still bowing before her master before turning to angrily glare up at Karnik.

“Why are you treating her like this?!” he cried. “She saved your life!”

Karnik laughed. "Ah, sweet naive Tighe".

He grabbed the little Fae by his now completely gnarled hair and suspended him in the air, feet a kicking. He mourned the loss of his hand, for if he'd had it he'd have ripped the blanket off. He could feel the prickle of his bone starting to regenerate. Soon it would be burning. He settled for shaking the Fae.

"I could have dealt with that minor annoyance without being maimed".

He screamed and desperately held onto Karnik’s wrist and the blanket that protected his modesty.

Tighe’s eyes darted toward his sister who had not once lifted her head from the ground and came to his aid. Next they went to Maynard would was looking everywhere and not him. He couldn’t find Arun and knew there was no help from him.

Tears of fear, frustration and pain burned behind his eyes as his strength once more waned.

Karnik gave him another experimental shake watching his reaction with interest. He supposed it would make sense that the Fae would be weary after his continued ordeal. And as it was Karnik was more interested in feeding. Regenerating limbs was demanding work. He adjusted his grip on Tighe, so his arm was wrapped around the Fae’s shoulders, and his hand was gripping the nape of his neck. He bit and drank deep.

Tighe’s legs buckled out from under him but Karnik’s strong grip kept him from falling. The highly erotic feel of the vampire’s mouth tugging at him had shivers running down Tighe’s spine. He gasped shut his eyes against the wave of desire that stirred within him.

Maynard licked his lips at the sudden sweet scent of Fae blood in the air. He began creeping up toward his master, silently begging for a sip. But Royal suddenly flung out her arm, catching him right at the back of his knees and the vampire fell flat on his face. He turned to glare at the girl and was surprised to find she had never lifted her head from the ground.

Karnik gently cradled the Fae’s body against his, delighted at the Fae’s ardent response. He was careful not to take too much, for he was sure the little Fairy would be worth keeping. When he'd finished he gently licked Tighe’s neck and pondered.

"Royal" He commanded. "Take him inside and find me more strong food."

The blond girl immediately jumped to her feet and fought a wave of nausea as she replied, “Yes Master.”

Karnik cracked the fingers of his remaining hand and waved the remaining stump, giggling as it tingled. It meant it was growing back. To speed it up required stronger blood than that of the delectable little fae, but why not cheer himself up?

"Maynard!" He commanded. "It's time for an in house party. Go and tell Alton to prepare for one!"

“Ah’m on it!” Maynard exclaimed and raced off to do his Master’s bidding.

Royal approached Karnik with her head down and held her arms out for her brother, who was swaying drunkenly as he tried getting his feet back underneath him.

Karnik smirked. "Ah Royal. You're acting like you've done something wrong." He dumped Tighe into her waiting arms. "But don't worry. I will still have need for him."

Royal lifted her head and nodded before teleporting herself and her brother immediately into deep into the castle to his new rooms.

Karnik decided to decorate the room to compliment Tighe’s own coloring. The blankets and mass of pillows on the oak four poster bed were of varying shades of red and plum. The dark oak armoire next to the iron studded door swirled with deep colors of burgundy and wine. To conceal the fact the room had no windows, velvet of dark violet were draped over the cold stone walls.

The moment they appeared inside the room, Royal unceremoniously dumped her brother onto the bed. The blanket around Tighe momentarily slipped and briefly revealed to his sister’s eyes the collection of marks and bruises he accumulated in just the brief time she was gone. With a blush, Tighe wrapped the blanket back around himself.

“I’m a fool.” Royal told him as she sat down on the bed beside her brother. She reached out and smoothed Tighe’s hair back before continuing.

“You came to me to get away from people like Master Karnik and...”

Tighe forsook modesty and hugged his sister. He murmured in his native tongue soft reassurances as his senses told him that something significant had happened to Royal. Something that weighed heavy on her soul.