Crimson Rain

It would be easy to rage. It would be easy to be furious. It would be normal for him to take out his anger on the very reason that he had been maneuvered into this position. The French whore had decided his grand offer was in fact too small...outrageous! And then best of all, while he was considering her counter offer, the viper had gone ahead and traded her for the night to Moroven...Who could know how much lasting damage there might be in his future mate's mind. Why, that Night Hag bitch and her Viking slave had even borrowed one of Morte D'Amour's rotting children for the event. The thought of some vampire rotting away while ontop of her, while plunging himself within her even as his skin blackened and peeled off, sickened him.



He had no choice at that moment, as Belle had intended of course. Nothing had ever stopped that one from squeezing every possible profit from every opportunity. But the final bounty was astounding; let it never be said that Belle knew mercy at the business table. All twelve of the Lions that served him and another eight cats, plus, every other asset that he owned in all of Africa to go to her along with the already promised Algiers. It was a king's ransom...it was five kings' ransoms. He had not even gotten Asher, not that he ever wanted the worthless wretch but it's the point that matters. Sure, Belle had sweetened the deal with Valentina, but even that was only a temporary arrangement. The child vampire was useless, her body was too small to serve as a woman should and he certainly didn't need her to torture for him...



But it was all worth it. His esteemed father Nandano Dharmendra would have been speechless. If the man from all of those centuries ago could stand here and see his Rain, as she was now, sleeping softly on his bed, he would be proud... As a vampire, he had never taken a wife and had always felt that a lot of the Hindu faith was closed off from him because of it. But now, he wanted to be a devout Hindu again. Would God grant him the child the shaman predicted if he wasn't one of the faithful? It was shuddering to think how into darkness his karma must be. One step at a time is all that a man can make, and so in honor of Rain, he would make the first step.



The purification ceremony had taken a great deal out of her, the Holy men had nearly bled her dry from a thousand cuts. Her screams would haunt him, but it was for the better. Now she was clean of their touches, of their influence, of the evil that they spread. She would be grateful to him when she understood that he had saved her. His father used to say that the best wife was one who was always grateful to her husband. He smiled remembering the look on her face during all of that pain, as he held her hands, he imagined it was the beginnings of love that he could see in her eyes.



Leaving the room, he walked out into his personal garden where Gareth and Emily waited. Belle had not taken them for some reason. They stood there, the two of them bathed in the acrid scent of fear, not knowing what this unusual summons was about.



"I know the two of you are concerned for the state of my intended, but do not worry as she is resting comfortably." He went over to the Family shrine he had recently made and lit a candle for his Father's memory. " The reason I have called the two of you here is that in honor of her, I am going to set you free." They could not hide the surprise on their faces, surprise that quickly changed to dread. "No, no..this is not a game. I give you my word as a man. Claudio has money for you and will see you out of the city, others will bring you to the coast and there you may sail anywhere in the world. Go back to England, or go to India, whatever you wish, my friends, you will have enough capital to live comfortably for the rest of your lives." He held out his arms for the hugs that he felt had to be coming. Ignoring their terror at his touch, he hugged them and led the married couple to where Claudio waited. Handing them off to the werebear, he added, "You will of course think kindly of me, and pray to your silly God that I may have good fortune and strong sons, correct?" He added with a menacing darkness shadowing his eyes.



"Of course, Sire...We will pray nightly for your family," Gareth responded quickly, still in shock over this unbelievable night. If Emily weren't a wereleopard he would have broken her hand by now, as hard as he was holding on to her. Padma smiled and then turned to Emily, waiting... She cautiously stepped forward and was drawn into a large embrace. Gareth couldn't help but see both of his master's hands grasped to her bottom and his mind flashed to all of those times that Padma had forced him to watch as he defied the love of his life, over and over, in every way imaginable.



"I was very good to you, wasn't I?" he asked as he nibbled on her chin and one of his hands pushed deep between the cheeks of her ass.



"Yes, Sire.." She trembled, waiting for the betrayal. She could feel his length hardening where it was pressed to her stomach and she readied herself to be pushed to her knees or taken to the bench and stripped.



"Good, go now and if God should find a way for you to have a child, I would be proud if that child were named after me." He released her with a gentle kiss on her forehead, completely missing the surprise and disgust on her face. He watched them leave and truly hoped they found peace. If he was going to repair his karma, he had to have all the well wishers he could get. One step at a time...



"Now, my dear..," he spoke aloud to the night sky, "it is time for our marriage bed." He stopped by a shelf in the other room and grabbed a handful of jewelry.



He was practically giddy as he thought about fulfilling that fantasy.



His breath caught as he pulled the silk cover from her sleeping body. She was beautiful. The mother of his future son was a delight to see as she slept. Her innocence and purity, now that she had undergone the ceremony, shined like a beacon and his manhood became almost painfully rigid. Slowly, he undressed himself. It was a task that he demanded the females that he bedded to perform, but she was his soulmate and he could undress himself once in awhile.



Delicately straddling her stomach, he caressed the soft white skin of her full breasts. From their slightly robust size, they had settled to each side of her as she laid on her back. He pushed them back together and savored their heavy weight in his hands as he kneaded and massaged them.



She moaned softly and he knew that he must be adding to whatever she dreamed about. Of course, he imagined only that she was dreaming about this very moment. Of the love of her life about to fill her as no man had ever done before.



He slid lower on her and slowly pulled her legs apart so that he could get his knees between them. He almost came all over her stomach at the first sight of her maidenhead, all spread and inviting. The lush pink lips called to him and he couldn't resist any longer. Positioning himself with care, he fit the head of his cock into the notch of her opening before leaning down so that his face was near hers.



At the same moment as he forced his way into her, as of yet, dry tightness, he bit the side of her face. She awoke in a scream as he tore at her cheek and hungrily lapped at the blood. Padma knew true happiness as he rode her attempts to break away from him. He ruthlessly fucked her and relished the knowledge that it likely hurt her as much as what he was doing to her face.



A woman should feel everything a man does, even pain holds its own pleasure, he thought as he forced her hands back with one of his own and tore at her breasts with his free hand. He listened to what he knew were her screams of pleasure and he was happy, happy that she would enjoy their marriage bed. He promised to her that he would give her this attention everyday for the rest of her life.



Padma knew she was enjoying this more than anything else that had ever happened to her. Every few moments, a wave of pure energy seemed to travel through her eyes. So much so in fact, that he stopped to smell her more closely. She was indeed only human, but for a moment she had felt like a lycanthrope, like something else lived within her. Obviously, he knew that she was something special; he pushed his tongue into a wound on her breast, even as it healed and tried to push him out. She was perfect for him, absolutely perfect.



She was begging him to stop, but he knew that she was so in thrall of the passion that she meant don't stop. He would not stop, he would never stop. He gave a quick prayer that what he was about to do, would make his son.



He groaned in ecstasy as he pumped his semen into her, now loosened, pussy. She breathing hard and still begging him, and he would not disappoint her. Never would he do that.



Padma sunk his fangs into her bloody neck and drank deep, feeling his cock coming back to life as he did so, and he knew that her scream was one of absolute joy as he forced his way back into the warm depths of her deepening well.



"I swear to you, my wife," he whispered to her crying face, " I will never make you go without. In fact, we may never leave this bed." His smile at her expression could only give her the knowledge of his dedication and the sobbing tears from her in response, warmed his heart.



He vowed to make this night one that she would never forget.