Eleanora walked forward slowly and teasingly, before kneeling in front of her. She placed her palms on Victorija’s leather clad thighs and rubbed up and down.

“I always thought about you,” Eleanora said.

“Is that so?” Victorija’s eyes flitted between Eleanora’s ample breasts, that bounced every time she moved, and her hands on her thighs. She doubted the truth of Eleanora’s words. She clearly wanted the ear of the new Principe, but the idea that Eleanora’s words were creating made her already burning sex desperate for release.

“Yes, I always watched you, Victorija. So much younger, so much more vibrant, and when your father touched me, I closed my eyes and thought of you.”

Victorija grasped her hands and put them on her belt buckle. “Show me.”

Eleanora smiled and licked her lips teasingly as she unbuckled the belt and then slipped Victorija’s trousers over her hips. Now Eleanora had full access to her wet, throbbing sex. She opened Victorija up and lowered her head, but before she touched her, she looked up into her eyes and said, “The King is dead, long live the King.”

Victorija groaned at those words and the first touch of her lips. She leaned back and sipped her glass of blood, watching Eleanora’s blond head bob up and down between her legs.

She closed her eyes momentarily, and enjoyed the pure pleasure. Her father’s lover was an expert at what she did. Her tongue licked all around her clit, before sucking it right between her bright red lips.

“Madam, you are so good at that,” Victorija said, her hips rocking in response to her rapidly soaring orgasm.

The intensity made her want to grab, bite, and suck. She threw away her glass of blood, letting it smash on the floor. She grasped Eleanora’s hair and groaned. Soon there would be no way she could stop coming. She needed it so badly, after everything she had achieved today.

Victorija looked up at the picture of her father and said out loud, “I took everything from you. Your crown, your castle, your clan, even your lover can’t keep her hands off me. I’m superior to any man you ever wished I fucking was!”

Just before her orgasm exploded, she took one of Eleanora’s wrists, and sank her teeth deep into her veins. A fellow vampire’s blood was a different kind of high, and she came with such force that she knew her bite would become painful, even to a vampire like Eleanora.

Eleanora wriggled, but Victorija kept her in place until she had enjoyed her last ounce of pleasure, and of blood, all the while never taking her eyes off the picture.

Finally, she let go and Eleanora fell back against the couch, gasping. Victorija looked down at Eleanora, who was rubbing her healing wrist, and smirked. “Get up on the bed. I want to take everything he had.”

Chapter Six

Amelia stepped out of the large, luxurious shower and started to dry herself with the biggest, fluffiest white towel she had ever used. “Now, that is something special.”