She Belongs To The Devil

King Reginald was a little disheartened for having to wait some more before he could finally send the messenger asking to have a meeting with the King of Wyverndale.

He was already dying to dig his fangs on Adeline and savor the sweet taste of her blood. "I guess that will have to wait for now."

After a day without the sweet taste of human blood, he was starting to get a little cranky. And he did not want to lose control like before and end up sucking the old man dry out of the blood.

He hastily rushed out of the meeting room after the discussion with Lord Horace was over. He wanted to get to his bedroom as soon as possible.

Though he had a specific taste in the human blood and would never drink from anyone except his favorite human pets, it was not impossible for him to lose control after going without his tasty drink straight for a day.

"Good morning, Your Majesty," a beautiful maid who was standing in the torch-lit corridor outside of the King's bedroom welcomed the King.

Reginald stopped in front of that maid and smirked. He looked at her with hungry eyes and trailed his slender finger over that maid's tender neck. He leaned closer to that maid's neck and whispered near her ear, "Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you didn't miss me that much."

"How could I not miss you, Your Majesty?" that maid whispered back as she stiffened her shoulders and clenched her gown with both of her fists.

Reginald sniffed her neck and then stood up straight. He gazed at her for some time and asked, "You are not feeling well?"

Though that maid looked pale, she looked down and denied, "I am feeling alright, Your Majesty.

Reginald narrowed his eyes and took that maid's hand in his. He pushed her sleeve upward to reveal several puncture marks of his fangs. He gently kissed one of the puncture marks and said, "It is your fault for being too beautiful. I ended up drinking a little too much of your blood I guess."

He sighed with disappointment and ordered her, "Send that new girl to my bedroom. I will let you off of my hook for today. And also send some maids to prepare a hot bath for me."

"I will do as you ask, Your Majesty," the maid bowed deeply and then turned around. He let out a quiet sigh as she walked away from the King.

Reginald went inside his bedroom. Though it was already dawn, the heavy curtains were still closed. He would rarely open the curtains of his bedroom.

The room was, however, dimly lit by the torches.

Reginald took off all his clothes and dropped them on the floor. He jumped on his bed and stretched his arms and legs while he waited for his food to walk inside his room.

And in no time, another petite and pale maid walked inside his bedroom. She was a new girl so she was startled to see the King in his full glory. She instantly looked down and apologized, "Please excuse me, Your Majesty. I was told to walk inside without knocking on the door. I did not mean to invade your privacy."

"Oh, don't sweat dear. A pretty girl like you doesn't need to knock on my door. You are always welcome here." Reginald sat up on the bed and flexed his toned body. He gazed at that new pet of his and ran his tongue over his already elongated fangs.

He kept on staring at that frightened little kitten. He smirked because he found that expression rather amusing. He was used to the maids throwing their bodies at him without any hesitation. And this new maid was not taking a single step from where she was, neither was she stealing glances of him.

It would be a lie to deny that he was not a good-looking man. Reginald was a rather captivating vampire King that every maid in the Palace desired to be bedded by him.

But to their dismay, Reginald was a very picky eater.

Reginald held out his palm and then ordered the scared bird, "Be a dear and come here. You don't need to be scared of me."

"Ye-yes, Your Majesty." Even though that maid's heart was beating loud enough for Reginald to hear it like a drum, she followed the order of the King and walked closer to the King's bed. She gently placed her hand on his palm but she still did not dare to look at the naked King.

If it was his regular maid, then he would have already bared his fangs on that maid's neck and drank to his fill. But this new maid was still scared of him so he wanted to calm her down first.

Reginald was not doing that for the maid's sake but for his own. The blood from happy victims tasted a lot better than the blood from the scared victims. And he wanted the sweet blood to quench his thirst.

He gently kissed on that maid's hand and said in an alluringly hoarse voice, "Why don't you take a look at my face? I don't want you to be scared of me."

That maid felt compelled to follow his order. So she took a deep breath in and then shifted her gaze from the floor to the King's face, without stopping anywhere else in the middle. She could see the face of a handsome young man smiling at her.

And even though she already knew what her King was and what he was going to do to her, she could not help but feel a little attracted to that pale face of the King.

Reginald hung his legs down the bed and then pulled that maid closer to him. "Why don't you sit down on my lap?" he asked but before she could say anything, he pulled her again and made her sit on one of his thighs.

He removed that maid's hair from her neck and bathed her in his icy breath, "Did anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?" He then kissed that maid on her neck.

That maid shuddered with pleasure from that cold touch of his lips. She closed her eyes and exhaled in excitement. "No, Your Majesty," she whispered while tilting her neck and allowing the King to kiss her more.

Reginald smirked because he had successfully calmed down the frightened little kitten.

While kissing her all over her neck, he entangled his fingers with hers. While the maid was still in the wonderland from the first touch from opposite gender, Reginald brought her hand closer to his lips.

He gave a wet kiss on her wrist and before she could sense what was coming next, Reginald sunk his fangs on her wrist and began sucking that sweet blood like it was some unlimited drink.

That maid winced in pain and groaned. However, no matter how painful it was, she was unable to pull her hand away from the vampire. It was as though her whole body had been paralyzed and all that she could do was simply give in.

Reginald, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. After enduring that hunger for a whole day, he was finally getting something to relish with. He was closing his eyes and moaning as he drank that nectar-like blood of that beautiful lady.

"Your Majesty, it hurts. Please let me go," the maid whispered in a painful voice.

Reginald furrowed his brows and suddenly flung his eyes open. He lifted his fangs from her wrist and licked his lips clean. However, he looked displeased at that maid for interrupting his delicious mealtime.

Reginald gave a smoldering look to that maid and whispered, "Ohhhh, you shouldn't have done that."

He grabbed that maid by her hair and jerked her head backward. He nipped that maid's neck and whispered, "You don't give orders to the King. Now you are in big trouble."

The maid's heart began to drum like crazy. She felt as if her life was in danger. And she pleaded to the King, "Please forgive-"

"Shhhh…" Reginald sealed her lips with his. He vigorously kissed her mouth, all the while imagining that maid to be Adeline.

He then spanked that maid and pushed her up.. And he ordered, "Take off your clothes."