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Chapter 6: Domestic Difficulties

{This chapter deals with a subject I’ve debated mentally
since I began this story. When I began RP with The
Camarilla, it was assumed that by being a male vampire, you
suffered from erectile disfunction, except through the use
of strong magics. Personally, I disliked the concept,
but….<shrug> Since then, I’ve discovered the novels of Ms.
Laurell K. Hamilton, and her “Anita Blake” series. One of
the antagonists is a male vampire. According to Ms.
Hamilton, he is most definitely not dysfunctional. Read on,
and find if I resolve my dilemma.}

Our discussion had continued for another hour, and it was
decided that His Majesty King Garret should also instruct
his son, Baron Terrence of Gaiford that it was His Majesty’s
intent to present the still unnamed girl child to be
Terrence’s Designated Heir. As Earl Tomas so eloquently put
it; “And the fact he has to hand his heir over to you will
tie the little bastard’s balls in a knot. And it will likely
bring matters to an immediate climax.”

“I’m actually hoping it will.” I acknowledged. “The stupid
bullocks will act out of rage, and we can end this thing in
a day, rather than after weeks of negotiation. We both know
he’ll defy his father eventually. This way, it’s obviously
treason. And he won’t have time to take his rage out on the
child. I hate seeing an innocent hurt in these matters.”

When our discussion ended, Tomas accepted my offer of
hospitality, and followed one of the maidservants to the
room prepared. Then Kaylene, Lydia and I made our way into
the central portion of the castle. As we arrived at my
offices, Lydia opened her mouth in a wide yawn, and looked
chagrined. “Sleepy already, sis?” Kaylene teased. “It’s only
Midnight.”

“True, but you haven’t been up since the sixth hour helping
Mother and Father with the chores.” Lydia retorted.

I laughed. “That’s true. But that’s because Kaylene keeps
hours more like me.” I tugged a bell pull beside my desk.
When a maidservant knocked and entered, I spoke again. “When
we realized the discussion was going to be later then I’d
expected, David sent word to your parent’s you wouldn’t be
home this night.” David was my Seneschal. I smiled at the
waiting maidservant. “Please take Mistress Lydia to her
sister’s apartment. And in the morning, make certain someone
collects fresh clothing from her parents, before she
arises.” Then I grinned mischievously. “She is Our Guest.”
The maidservant nodded her understanding at the emphasis of
the last two words. Lydia looked confused, but Kaylene
looked delighted. She knew what Guest meant.

When the two young girls had departed for Kaylene’s
apartment, I sat at my desk and put my boots up as I leaned
back in the chair. Kaylene sat in one of the comfortable
chairs facing me. We sat in companionable silence for a few
moments, then I brought up a matter that had me confused.

“Tell me, Kaylene, why have I found Iris in my bed for five
out of the last seven nights? Have I done something to upset
my Garden, and Iris is the only one that still loves me?”
She knew I was teasing but she sighed anyway.

“M’Lord, honestly, we’ve been trying to think of how best to
broach this matter. As you know, since there are so many of
us in your Garden, it was decided that the fairest way to
select your companion was by lot. It removed the concept
that such companionship was a duty, or an assignment,  and
made it a fun way to compete amongst ourselves for the
pleasure. But we think Iris is cheating. No, that is too
strong a phrase. We think she is somehow influencing the
lots.”

She sighed again. “Actually, I don’t think she is even doing
that consciously. She’s too delighted when she wins. And she
does feel bad that we aren’t winning.” Kaylene grinned
wickedly. “But not bad enough to trade.”

I nodded. “How do you draw the lots?”

“We use a bag of runestones. The woman that selects the
riverstone wins. Seven nights ago, Iris won. And she had
mixed the stones and held the bag. The next night, Jennifer
mixed the stones, but Iris again held the bag. Again she
won. The next night, Rosa mixed the stones, and Iris held
them.”

“And she won again.” I finished. Kaylene nodded.

“So the next night, we wouldn’t let Iris touch the bag. That
night she lost. You see how we thought? Somehow, she was
covering the riverstone while everyone was drawing, and she
drew it when her turn came. The next night, we noticed she
watched the bag very closely. We still didn’t let her touch
it until her draw. And she won again!” A note of
exasperation could be heard in her voice.  “So, the night
before last, we made her hide her eyes. And she lost again.
But last night, she hid her eyes and sat on her hands. She
even drew last. And again she won.”

I considered this. I knew cheating at runestones was nearly
impossible. In fact, the only man I’d seen that was even
partially successful had been an old mage in Shinta. And
since all his friends knew he cheated, they would only
played for sweet tea. And he’d still failed 60% of the time.
So I doubted that Iris was cheating. But it sounded like she
was influencing the draw. I’d have to decide how to discover
more about this. But then I heard Kaylene sigh and mutter
under her breath, “And it’s not fair, I haven’t shared your
bed for almost three weeks.” I looked up, and she was
looking down at her hands, a slight pout on her lips. Then
she looked up at me. “Goddess, I miss the touch of your
hands! But that’s not fair either. So does everyone else.”
Then she stood. “If there isn’t anything else, M’Lord,
I…need to take care of some things.”

I stood as well. “I could use your help with a small but
very important matter. It seems I have been neglecting one
of my duties. I sometimes forget I need to serve my People
as well as they serve me.” And taking her hand, I led her
from my office, down a winding staircase, and into my
chambers.

She stepped in before me, and I shut the door behind us. She
stood looking at the center of the room and I stepped up
behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She sighed
at my embrace. “I didn’t mean to complain, M’Lord. I truly
didn’t.”

I shushed her, and brushed her long black hair to the side,
then leaned down and caressed her neck with my lips. She
shivered at the sensation. I continued to caress her skin
with my kisses, running them along her throat and below her
ear. When I kissed her jaw line, I realized she’d moved my
hands from around her waist and was holding them against her
breasts. I also noted she was breathing in deep shudders.

As I gently squeezed her breasts, she turned her face to me
and found my lips. She began to kiss me hungrily. I released
her breasts and turned her to face me. I began to untie the
laces of her blue silk blouse. She reached for my shirt, but
I only shook my head and continued to untie the cords that
held her blouse closed. When her blouse was loose, I tugged
it out of her skirt and lifted it over her head, then tossed
it onto one of the chairs scattered about the sitting room.
Under her blouse she wore a chemise of cotton, and I lifted
this over her head as well. Then I knelt in front of her and
began to kiss around and over her breasts. When I allowed my
lips to find one of her nipples, she sighed and placed her
hands on either side of my head, and held me against her.

I played my tongue against the hardening flesh for a moment,
then bit gently upon it. I could feel her shiver at the
gentle pressure, and heard her speaking softly “Oh goddess,
yessss.”

She made a small sound of disappointment when I released
her, and looked down at me as I sat back on my heels for a
moment. I could tell she was wondering what I planned next,
or if I had been cruelly teasing her. But a smile touched
her lips as I unbuttoned the hip of her skirt, and began to
slide it down. As I’d expected, she wore no undergarment,
after all, the skirt was made of several layers and brushed
her ankles when she’d walked. When it pooled around her feet
she stepped out of it, and I set it on the chair with her
chemise and blouse. Now she stood before me in all her
marvelous glory, the only misnomer the soft ankle high boots
she still wore.

With my hands on her waist, I drew her close. She stroked my
hair softly and sighed with happiness as my lips caressed
her nude belly.  I let my mouth linger around her navel, and
she giggled nervously. She knew it was sensitive, and knew I
took joy in teasing and tickling her. But tonight, other
things were more important, and I finally stood and kissed
her before scooping her shrieking into my arms and carrying
her to my bedchamber. While we had met with the Earl and the
Baronet, another bed had replaced the one that Iris slept
in, and I lay Kaylene gently upon it. As I gazed down on
her, she stretched languidly and gave me a teasing seductive
smile. Then she laughed out loud as I placed her foot on my
thigh and began to unlace her boot. When I slipped it off
and tossed it aside, she placed the other on my thigh and
grinned. “Yes, you may finish undressing me, M’Lord.” I
simply smiled and obeyed.

“M’Lord, you seem to be overdressed. I believe I should
remedy this.”

“Oh you do, hmm?” I grinned at her, then stepped closer when
she kneeled upon the bed.

“I suspect you may be correct, though. I do believe I might
be overdressed.” She smiled and began to unbutton my shirt.
After undoing all of the buttons, she tugged it open and
leaned forward to run her lips along my stomach. I have the
body of a man nearly forty years old. My stomach, though
firm and muscular was not flat, and my chest was wide. But
her lips against my skin still made me shiver. Kaylene felt
this and wickedly took advantage, licking my nipples as I
had hers.  She would have continued if I hadn’t taken her
head in my hands, turned her face upward and kissed her
lovingly.

When we had to break the kiss to regain our breaths, she
turned her attention to my trousers. She unbuckled the thick
belt around my waist, and untied the leather cord that held
my breeches closed. That was when it occurred to her she had
a problem. In order to get the breeches off, and release
what she was looking so avidly forward to, she had to take
off my boots. I could see this occur to her, and watched her
consider the problem. I liked her solution.

She wrapped her arms around my chest and fell backwards,
dragging me down onto the bed. Then she rolled me over so
she was lying atop me. I think she liked that, because she
took a few moments to hold herself against me and rub her
bosom to my chest.  I know I enjoyed it.

But she finally got up and moved to the bottom of the bed.
She lifted my foot, and easily slipped the boot off, then
stripped the light wool sock off as well. Then the vixen ran
her nail along my instep while holding my foot tightly. I
squirmed. She grinned and quickly stripped my other foot,
but this time without teasing me. Then she grasped the cuffs
of my breeches and dragged them down my legs. I was quickly
naked.

Then, like a cat stalking prey, Kaylene slowly crawled up
the bed. She kneeled by hip and took the object of her
fascination in her hand. She began to run her fingers along
my shaft, feeling me respond. Then she began to slowly trace
the scars that spiraled up my penis.

Aye, scars. Many many years ago, I’d had a lover.  Her name
was Yasmina, and she was of the Clan Toreador. Yasmina was
fascinated by art in all forms. But she favored art of the
body. Tattoos. And scarring. And one evening, while I was
intoxicated with her presence, I allowed her to make a work
of art of me.

Because Kindred like myself normally heal any wounds we
receive within a few days, this project required a special
tool. She chose a dagger blessed by a priest of Anubis, her
people’s God of the Dead. Ironic, is it not? That she chose
an instrument of the god of death? But for her purposes, it
worked very well. For me, it meant months of agony. Using
her chosen tool, she first performed something she called a
bris. This involved removing the foreskin of my penis. I
still don’t know if I was enraptured with her, or if she had
enslaved me. But I allowed this, and more followed. She
etched spirals furrows around my erect staff, furrows that
would heal eventually into spiral ridges. And she chose to
use me as the wounds slowly healed. I still remember the
agony of the first time she stroked me to erection, then
mounted me. I was still bleeding from her artistry.

But heal I did, eventually, and eventually, Yasmina found a
new plaything. I doubt he survived the experience. But the
scarring had a variety of results. It seemed to add to the
pleasure my lover felt. And it slowed my reactions down. I
think this was because the scarring left me slightly less
sensitive.

This meant I would spend more time caressing and pleasing my
lover before we joined. The reasons were two-fold. It
allowed me to savor her joy and pleasure, and gave me time
to become fully aroused and ready. But Kaylene’s need was
great, and she bent down and kissed the tip of my shaft,
then ran her tongue along the ridges that lined it. It felt
wonderful, but I wasn’t quite ready, so I shifted our
positions so we could both please the other. And as she took
me into her mouth, I pressed my lips to her jewel. For long
moments the only sounds were the sounds of our mutual
pleasures and occasional gasps of delight. Then I began to
suck and nibble on the button I’d learned was the center of
a woman’s delight, and Kaylene was soon moaning and grinding
her sex against my lips. Then she gave out a crying moan and
gripped my head with her thighs.

When she at last relaxed, I rolled her onto the bed, and lay
beside her. I kissed her deeply, and she chuckled against my
mouth when she tasted herself on my lips. Then she
playfully licked my chin when we finally broke our kiss. “I
need you, m’Lord. Please, make love to me!”

“As my beloved commands,” I replied, then lovingly slid my
length inside her moist and eager opening. She sighed with
delight as I pressed my loins against her then withdrew and
began to stroke into her with a gentle rhythm. “MMMMMMMMMM,
yyyyeeessss, oh goddess, I’ve needed this for too long!!
Please m’Lord, faster! OOOOHHHHGGGGOODDDEESSSSnnnnnnnnnnnn”
A shuddering breath passed her lips and she ground herself
against me.

As I thrust faster, her mumbling groans and cries to the
goddess reached a fever pitch, and she began to cry out
inarticulate animal sounds.. As she bucked against my
invading staff, I bit my lip  hard and kissed her deeply.
When her climax swept through her, and her spasms drove me
to fill her with my offering, she sucked my bleeding lip
into her mouth and drank of my blood.
