Call Of The Dark

When Emma had gone to her room to take a bath, Lazarus had traced back to the cabin to find Yul and Magnus. The two of them were not there. He saw Rina who was already picked up by the guards. Having the most cherished concubine of the royal court was one of the rare feats for them. Disregarding her, he traced to Yul's bedchamber that was in the south wing of the palace instead of going to Magnus's room.

Both Yul and Magnus were conversing about something and got up the moment they saw him.

"How dare you suggest that you take her to the market without my permission?" Lazarus growled as he charged towards Yul and punched him on his face.

"Lazarus!" Magnus shouted as Yul was now groveling on the floor with a bruise on his cheek. He rushed to grab Lazarus from behind to prevent him from attacking Yul again.

Shocked as hell, Yul got up and just as fiercely as Lazarus, he punched him back on his face. A bruise slicing his cheek appeared. "How were we supposed to know that it was her eighteenth birthday?" Yul spat.

"Exactly!" Magnus supported him. "We were just trying to have a conversation with her. Moreover, you hate her so much. What is the harm in giving some reprieve from the madness surrounding her?"

Lazarus became all the more jealous of his brother and Yul. He felt extremely possessive about Emma and didn't like the way they were thinking about her. "You don't have to think of her well-being."

"Well, you are not thinking about it. We all know that she is doomed. This was the least we could do!"

"Shut the fuck up!" Lazarus roared and then attacked both of them. Emma was his to deal with. His to love or hate or have sex or even to think about. He wanted to control the air around her and no one was allowed to impinge the space. After fifteen minutes of fighting with them, when he got another bruise on his neck, and they suffered plenty more, the three vampires were on the floor, panting heavily.

"This is all stupid!" Magnus said with a rough exhale. "If you don't like her Lazarus, maybe you should leave her be for a few days. She deserves to—"

"Hold that thought, Magnus!" Lazarus hissed. He didn't want to hear anything about Emma from them. He traced back to his room, hoping that she had returned because he wanted to see her. And when he found her kneeling on the ground, his anger subsided.

He walked to her and circled to stand in front of her. Curling his fingers beneath her chin, he tipped her head up and said, "You are not naked."

Emma was surprised to see that he had bruises on his cheek and neck. Where did he go in the short time when she was taking a bath and how did he end up having that bruise? She wanted to reach out and care for him. "I am not naked because we are not intimate yet."

His eyes went to her breasts, the nipples of which were taut against the fabric. She wasn't wearing her undergarments. The thought put him in a wild frenzy. His eyes went droopy as a thousand fantasies haunted him. He took a step back from her and then another. He sat on his bed and spread his legs wider for her to see how hard he was. For her to see his burgeoning erection. In a throaty voice he didn't recognize was his own, he said, "Service me."

Emma looked at his face and her eyes rounded like that of an owl. Now, she didn't know what he meant by that. How should she service him? With a shaky breath, she hoped that he didn't see through her inexperience. So she did what she thought 'service me' meant. She looked around and spotting what she needed she got up. She went to the long table at the corner of the room. From there she picked up a tray of food and came back to him with a nervous smile.

"What are you doing?" he grated.

She took out portions of food on the plate and served it to him. With a soft smile, she said, "I am servicing you." That was what she did back at home. This is how she serviced her parents and others. Honestly, she didn't know how this service would add to her charm.

Lazarus stared at her blankly for a moment. Was she acting innocent or was she really innocent? "Service my cock," he said bluntly, pointing at his erection that was tenting in his pants. He took the plate from her and placed it back. If she was playing games with him, then he knew how to bring her back on line. "And don't waste my time!"

Emma was flabbergasted. She blushed so deeply that her body heated. How was she going to service his cock? She had never seen one in her life and this one looked… huge. She wondered if it ate. Taking a deep, shaky breath in, she picked up cold stew in a spoon from a bowl in the plate and "fed" the cock. She poured it over it.

Lazarus jumped up in pure shock. "Emmaaa!" he shouted as he glared at her and then at his trousers

Emma was stunned. Wasn't this, right? Scared that she did it all wrong, she seized the bedsheet and started rubbing it on his erection to remove the stew from there. "I am so sorry!" she cried. "I thought I was serving you so well!" She rubbed it harder.

Lazarus was dumbfounded and breathless. Her hand on his member? He knew that he would explode any moment. His eyes rolled back in his head and he lost all sense of the world. "Emm..rrrr…mmaaa…rrrr…st…rrr…op…rrrr…"

But Emma won't stop. She continued to remove the dirt from his trousers. "Let me rush to the bathroom and get water!" she said and ran to the bathroom.

Lazarus watched her leave him in the midst of stroking him just when he was about to come hard. His balls had squeezed tight. Did she intend to give him blue balls?