Delicate Rose

Chapter Two: Duties

The Queen sat on her throne, moving jubilantly with the music. Oh how she loved these balls! Not just for the sake of seeing every man and woman dancing happily together, but for another reason.

Charlotte walked back inside the ballroom and towards her place next to the Queen. The Queen stared pleasingly at her as she made her way towards her. What would she do without Charlotte? This night wouldn’t even happen if it wasn’t for her.

“I do hope you’re feeling better after your little stroll,” the Queen greeted Charlotte as she sat down in her chair.

Charlotte simply nodded in response. She wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone after the encounter with James. She would have to keep her eyes and ears open. She didn’t want her little “secret” to get out, not just for her sake, but for the Queen’s. If she found out Charlotte’s secret was out in the open, it would ruin her, and Charlotte’s dream.

“Something seems to be troubling you,” the Queen pointed out, raising Charlotte’s chin to look at her face. “What’s wrong, Charlotte? Are you still feeling a little under the weather after that judge the other night?”

Charlotte threw a hard, angry stare at the Queen for bringing up the subject. She never did like to dwell on her nightly activities.

“I’m just fine,” she replied through hardened jaw muscles. “I’m just ready to get this night over with.”

The Queen laughed menacingly. “Oh my dear child, just remember the reason you’re doing this for me. Think of that little cottage deep within the woods, away from all those who are out to kill you. You can live in peace without balls and duties, but for now, you owe this to me.”

A cold chill raced through her body. How could she forget their little bargain? Only the thought that she would be away from all the stares kept her sane.

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The sound of a clock tower chime signaled midnight. The Queen stood from her seat to speak to the crowd.

“I’m so happy that all of you came out to support our ball,” she proclaimed. Her voice was strong and authoritative, just perfect for a queen. “I hate to end it, but it must be so. Do not fret!” she comforted. “There shall be another ball very soon. So I bid you good night.”

The crowd clapped graciously to the Queen for holding such a grand ball. They all bowed to the Queen and filed out of the hall. The Queen looked down at Charlotte and smiled. Taking her cue, Charlotte disappeared behind the curtain.

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“This way, sir,” a guard directed the chosen man.

They walked up a flight of stairs and down a corridor until they reached a wooden door with a golden lock. The guard reached into a pouch that hung from his side and brought out a golden key. The edges on the key matched perfectly with the edges inside the lock. The guard turned the key to the right and opened the door.

“She’s right in here.” He pointed inside the chamber. “Have a good night.” He pushed the man inside the room and locked the door behind him.

Sweat formed on the man’s temples. He was very anxious to receive his reward, but fearful at the same time. Every man whom the young lady chose seemed to disappear from the village. His heart raced at the thought, his mind telling him to run for his life, but his natural parts burning him to stay.

The room was so dark the man could barely see the woman lying on top of the four-poster bed in front of him. She could smell his fear and relished in it.

“Is it too dark for you?” an elegant voice sounded.

“Y-yes ma’am,” the man nervously replied.

“Don’t be frightened,” the voice sounded again. A pair of glowing eyes looked up at the man. He trembled in his shoes. “I’ll draw back the curtain.”

The lady on the bed removed herself to the window. Crimson drapes blocked any light from shining through the window. White, silk hands reached for the drapes and pulled them back. It was almost as if the moon was waiting for the curtains to be pulled back for the light gushed into the room, illuminating everything, especially the woman.

The man swallowed deeply. She sure was a beautiful sight. A ring of light seemed to surround her pale, delicate body. Her golden hair glistened like a gold ring. Every curve of her body was accented by the moon. Oh how he wanted her.

“I can smell your lust,” she informed him.

His face covered itself in red. How embarrassed he felt! The man closed his eyes and when he opened them, she was right there in front of him. He staggered backwards. “Miss, you scared me!” he exclaimed, a hand on his chest.

She laughed at the man’s embarrassment. “It’s okay,” she comforted. “I understand why you’re so nervous around me.” She gave him a mischievous smile.

She walked towards the bed, motioning for the man to follow. He more than happily obliged her command. She lifted herself up gracefully on top of the bed and scooted towards the head rest. She slowly raised her hands up towards her chest and slid off her light blue robe.

Now the man couldn’t control himself. Before he knew it, all his clothes were off and he was on the bed attacking her lips with his. She released herself from his kiss.

“You’re an impatient one, aren’t you?” she asked with a coy smile.

“Enough talk,” the man commanded.

“Very well.”

He again captured her lips with his. She tasted so sweet and refreshing, like a glass of iced tea on a hot summer’s day. He brought one of his hands up and cupped her breast. Her chest protruded out towards his hand so he could get a better feel of her. He massaged her breast quickly, making her moan inside his mouth. She could feel the erection of this man. He was in heat, big time!

He left her lips and trailed down to her neck, her chest, and her free breast. He suckled her pink nibble like a child. She bit her lip, controlling her pleasure. Once again he made his way downwards. He kissed all the way down her flat stomach until he reached his destination.

Between her legs, juices covered the whole surface. He would help her clean it up. He bent inward and licked her clit and opening. His tongue probed in and out of her, causing her to gasp out loud.

“Y-you’re good, m-mister,” she informed him between gasps.

He lifted his head and smiled at her. “I’m only getting started.”

He grabbed her waist and lifted her off the bed. He placed her over his throbbing manhood. She smiled through her eyelashes, understanding exactly what he wanted. She lowered herself onto his manhood. His head cocked back in pleasure. She was going to be a good one, he thought.

“Hold on tight, mister,” she said before thrusting her hips back and forth.

He groaned as her pace quickened. “F-Faster,” he managed to say.

“Very well.”

She quickened her movements, her breasts moving along with her. He captured one of her breasts in his mouth and began to suck once again. She pushed him off of her and down onto the bed, never letting her pace lessen. He helped her by guiding her hips, but she really didn’t need any help. He bucked upwards, trying to get inside her more. Her movements along with her warm, flowing juices made his head spin. She couldn’t be real!

Seeing that he was almost spent, she quickened her pace more and more. The man felt her speed quicken and suddenly felt ill. How could she go so fast? He looked into her eyes and saw that they weren’t the beautiful blue he remembered, but a dark, blood red.

“L-lady?” he asked stunned.

“What is it, mister?” she asked, her voice deeper and colder than before.

Two pearly fangs escaped from her mouth. His eyes widened in horror. She…she…was a vampire! Oh God, he had to get out of here! He tried to slip away from under her, but her movements were too quick. He could barely tell what she was doing for his mortal eyes could not detect her immortal speed.

“Ah!” he screamed out as two fangs dug deep into his neck. He pushed and tugged at her to release him, but she was too strong. He felt a warm liquid trail down his neck. It was his blood!

The lights slowly dimmed and his movements slowed. She could barely hear his heartbeat, but she could feel his manhood stiffen more than it had been before. She moaned as she took the blood from him.

And then it was over. She released her teeth from his neck and sat up, still thrusting a little. His manhood was thick and erect, still pleasurable. Finally his manhood shot out its juices and she followed suit. Her body quivered and she fell on top of him, gasping for air.

“I’ll never forget you,” she told the corpse. “You’re the best one I’ve had yet.”

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“It is done,” Charlotte informed the Queen.

“Good job, my child,” the Queen congratulated. “You look very beautiful with some color in your cheeks,” she added jokingly.

Charlotte bowed and started towards the door. It was almost sunrise and she was tired after her activity.

“He was a good one, wasn’t he?” the Queen asked, seeing the freshness in Charlotte’s manner.

“Why would you want to know? You wanted him dead and now he is,” Charlotte responded shortly.

“I’m just wondering. I’m a woman too, you know, and I have ‘feelings,’” the Queen informed her, her eyes glossing over at the thought.

Charlotte laughed at the Queen’s seriousness. “If you really want to know then yes; he was the best of them all.” With that, Charlotte exited the chamber.

“It’s too bad a fine example of a man had to be dealt with so.” She made a “tisk tisk” sound through her teeth. It really was too bad.