Blood's Sin

[blackmoondagger]

Author: blackmoondagger

When Muse is kidnapped by a vampire, she finds herself in the underworld of St. Louis. She also finds herself the sex slave of Gabriel, the werewolf prince. Muse is used, abused, and there is nothing she can do to stop it. She is used in shows and Gabriel makes her night after night. There is no escape from the preternatural creatures of St. Louis. What Muse fears the most, is that she may not want to escape. Warning: guy/guy and girl/girl

Copyrighted by Shandi Lemoine.

Chapter One

Muse stood on the street corner, waiting for her bus. The night air was cold and the wind gusted around her. A stray lock of auburn hair fell into her grey eyes and she pushed it behind her ear. Muse pulled her coat tighter around her. She glanced down at her watch. 10:30 p.m. She was thirty minutes past her curfew. Her mother was going to kill her.

The sound of footsteps made Muse tense. A man stepped up beside her and she glanced out of the corner of her eye. He was a tall man with long black hair, pale skin, and eyes the color of peridot. He wore jeans with frayed holes in the knees, a black t-shirt with The Used written in white letters, and a black leather jacket.

“Cold night.” he said.

Muse looked up at him. “Excuse me?” she said.

The man looked down at her, smiling broadly. “Just making polite conversation.” he said.

“Oh.” Muse breathed, catching sight of the fangs. “You’re a vampire.”

He nodded. “I am.” he said. He moved his mouth closer to her ear. “You’re beautiful…for a human.”

Muse tensed. She could smell breath mints and an undercurrent of stale blood. Her friends had often told her that vampires used breath mints to cover the smell of blood on their breath. Muse had never known it for herself before this moment. Her mother hadn’t allowed her to associate with the ‘monsters’. Muse didn’t share her mother’s view of the preternatural creatures. Not all of them could be that bad.

The man straightened. “I’m Able.” he said.

“Muse.” she replied, keeping her eyes forward.

“I made a mistake about you, Muse.” Able said.

She looked at him. “What do you mean?” she asked.

He smiled slightly. “You are not a human.” he said. “No mere human anyway.”

Muse returned the smile. “I’m a witch.” she said softly. “It was very silly of you to make such a mistake.”

Able looked down at the ground. “Yes, it was.” he said. “And you have also made a silly mistake, my Muse.”

“What was my mistake?” she asked.

Able leaned into her once more. “Thinking that I’ve come alone.” he said.

A sharp pain shot through the base of her skull and her world went black. The last thing she saw was Able leaning over her, his hand caressing her face.

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When Muse woke, she lay naked and sprawled on a luxurious four poster bed. Her arms and legs were tied to posts with long cords of black silk. The bed she lay on was much larger than a king size. Why would anyone want a bed so big? Muse was sure that she was going to find out one way or another.

The sound of water draining out of the tub in the next room made Muse tense. Fear crept through her as she laid spread eagle on a stranger’s bed. What was she doing here?

The walls were white with gold and silver vines and roses coloring it. Black carpet covered the floor. Oriental pictures and decorative swords covered the walls. A cherry wood door stood in the very center of the far wall and another on the left wall. There was a black lacquered chest of drawers on the right wall and a black lacquered dresser with a large mirror. It was a nice room. Fit for an upper-class man.

The door opened and out walked a man with long tall man with tanned skin, black eyes, long brown hair, and a body to kill for. The only thing he wore was a white towel wrapped around his waist. Absolutely nothing was left to the imagination. He was gorgeous. Muse’s body reacted to the sight of the stranger.

“So good to see you awake, dear girl.” he said. “I am Gabriel.”

Muse tried to keep her eyes on his, but they kept wandering to his bare chest and to the white towel that hugged his lower body. Gabriel moved closer to the bed, smiling all the while. Muse struggled against her bounds, watching the handsome stranger move closer to the bed. Gabriel laughed, leaning against the left post at the back of the bed.

“You are mine now, girl.” he said. “There is nothing you can do to get away from me.”

“Go to hell!” Muse growled. “I don’t belong to anyone.”

Gabriel smiled wickedly. “Oh, but you do belong to someone.” he said. He pushed away from the bed and moved up beside Muse. “You are mine, Muse.”

Fear crept over Muse’s face and she pulled harder against her bounds. Gabriel pulled the towel away form him and let it fall to the black carpet in a heap. Muse looked down the line of his body and gasped. She automatically wished that she hadn’t looked down. He was well endowed to be sure. If he wasn’t careful he might break her. Gabriel smiled at the sight of her fear.

“You reek of fear.” he said. “There is an undercurrent of lust hidden under it all though.”

Muse closed her eyes and tears ran down her cheeks in rivulets. “What are you going to do with me?” she whimpered.

Gabriel crawled onto the bed. “Whatever my aching body desires.” he whispered.

He ran his hands over her muscular calves, smiling at her whimpers of fear. Fear only made him enjoy it more. Gabriel’s hands moved up to her thigh, slowly creeping towards her inner thigh. His breath came out in a rush when he felt heat coming from between her legs. He ran his finger tip along the node and Muse shivered as a wave of please crashed over her.

Gabriel moved his finger into her slowly, inhaling sharply when he found her wet, warm, and more than ready for him. Muse lay prone on the bed; her eyes clamped shut, tears rolling down her cheeks. Gabriel looked up at her face and down the line of her body. Able had done very well in choosing her. He pulled his finger out of her and lowered his face to the warm flower that made its home between her gorgeous legs.

The smell of her intoxicated him. He flicked his tongue along her sex, enjoying the salty taste of her. Muse gasped, arching her back. Gabriel gazed up at her from between her pale legs, enjoying the sight of her face twisted in a mask of ecstasy. She feared him, but her body couldn’t refuse him no matter how much she wanted to resist him.

“Stop please.” she begged, writhing as waves of please crashed against her body. “Don’t do this.”

Gabriel rose onto his hands and knees, watching her for a long moment. “You say stop, but your body cries out for more.” he said. “Will you deny yourself this moment?”

“Don’t do this.” she repeated. “You don’t want to do this.”

Gabriel crawled to one end of the bed and untied her hand. He held it in his for a moment before he brought it down to touch him. Muse gasped when her fingertips brushed against his hard phallus. She opened her eyes and gazed up into the dark depths of his eyes. Those dark pools held desire and lust like nothing that Muse had never seen on a man’s face before.

“I do want you, my little vixen.” he whispered. “Do not deny me this moment.”

He tied her hand back up then and moved to hover over her. Muse met his gaze this time as his body hovered inches above her own. She felt the head of his thingy touching the entrance of her core of pleasure. Gabriel lowered his face to hers and kissed her. Muse could taste herself on his lips. As they kissed, Gabriel entered her slowly. Muse gasped in pain as he entered her.

She tensed and Gabriel moaned. He moved back and forth inside of her, watching her expression all the while. Muse gazed up at him, unmoving for a long moment. After a few soft, smooth strokes she began to move in time with him. Gabriel wasn’t her first, but her list of lover’s wasn’t a long one. They moved as one, breathed as one. Gabriel’s hands clenched and unclenched convulsively against Muse’s arms.

Muse had wrapped her hands in the silk cords, using them to bring her body up closer to his. Gabriel pulled out until the head was the only thing inside of her and thrust back into her with great force. Muse cried out in pain, sinking her teeth into his shoulder suddenly. Gabriel chuckled softly as she bit down into his flesh. He continued to thrust into her, until she drew blood from him.

“That is nothing more than a little love bite.” he said. “All you’re doing is turning me on even more.”

Muse sank her teeth into the fresh wound once more and he grunted in pain. Gabriel retaliated with another hard thrust. Muse’s auburn hair clung to her hair in wet tendrils as sweat beaded on her face. Muse gave a cry as she climaxed. Gabriel smiled down at her and kissed her as he gave one final thrust and came. He tore away from her and howled loudly. A shiver ran down Muse’s spine at the eerie sound. Gabriel collapsed on top of her, breathing heavily.

“You will do.” he said. “You will do just fine.”

The sound of footsteps made Muse turn towards the door on the left side of the room. Able walked towards the bed and untied Muse. He gathered up the silk cords and left the room. Muse’s hands lay limply at her sides. She was spent and much to her disgust, she had enjoyed it.

[blackmoondagger]

Chapter Two

Muse woke suddenly. She couldn’t breath. There was a weight on her that was blocking off her air flow. A curtain of black hair covered her face and the sent of lavender filled her nostrils. Her memory came flooding back to her in a rush of heat. She had had sex with a man named Gabriel. He stirred and she froze. Gabriel propped himself up onto his elbows. A smile touched his lush lips as he gazed down at her.

“Good morning.” he whispered. “I trust you sleep well, my pet.”

Muse nodded, not sure what her voice would sound like if she spoke. Gabriel moved his mouth over hers and kissed her gently. She tensed at his touch. He pulled away, uncertainty clouding his dark eyes. Muse looked away from him, not sure what to do. Gabriel roll off of her and sat up. He continued to look down at her, silent as a statue of a Greek god.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.

She shook her head. “No,” she said, “You didn’t.”

Gabriel smiled down at her. “Good.” he said. He crawled to the edge of the bed and slid to the floor. “Come have a bath with me.”

Muse continued to lie on the bed. “Is that an order?” she asked.

“It is a request.” he replied. “It could become an order.”

She sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed. Gabriel offered her his hand and she accepted it. He helped her off of the bed, pulling her to him. She tensed in his naked embrace. They had had sex last night and there was no way to take it back. God she wished she could have. Gabriel lifted her into his arms and carried her to the door in the center of the far wall. He pushed it open and set her down on the white marble veined floor. The white marble was veined with black lines.

It was cold against her bare feet, but she decided it was best not to complain. Instead, she gazed around the bathroom. Huge didn’t describe it. There was a pool of sorts built into the floor. Three white marble stairs led down into the pool. At the back of the pool, a waterfall cascaded down black rocks. The water was clear and showed off the white bottom and walls of the pool. There was a picture made tiny tiles of a pack of wolves hunting a lone doe and her fawn. The artist had done a magnificent job of portraying the scene. It must have cost a small fortune.

To the right of the pool, bottles of oil, shampoo, and liquid soaps and bowls of herbs, flower petals, and flower scented creams sat on edge of the pool. To the left of the pool, stacks of towels, rags, and robes of every shade imaginable sat just waiting to be used. In the center of the clear pool sat a white marble island veined with black.

Five feet away from the pool was a black Jacuzzi. To the right of the Jacuzzi stood a black marble toilet. To the left of the Jacuzzi sat a black, claw-foot tub with a silver wolf head faucet. That was where the sound of running water had come from the night before. After gazing at the splendor of the pool that Gabriel used as a tub, the Jacuzzi, claw-foot tub, and toilet seemed low-key.

The whole bathroom was the most wonderful thing that Muse had ever laid eyes on. Gabriel moved up behind her, his fingertips running along her shoulders. His lips hovered just above her neck, his warm breath making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She shivered under his touch and he pulled her closer to him.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

Muse nodded. “A little bit.” she replied.

Gabriel ran his fingertips down her arms and moved to her right side. He took her hand in his and pulled her towards the white steps that led down into the breathtaking pool. The water rippled as Gabriel entered. Muse followed in his wake, gasping when the nearly scalding water touched her cool skin. Gabriel looked back at her, worry clouding his eyes.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Just a little too hot.” she said.

The water cooled a few degrees and Muse looked at Gabriel in shock. He smiled at her and pulled her closer to him. His body pressed against hers, each curve fitting perfectly with the others. It was like God had made them for one another and no one else in the world. Muse looked up at Gabriel then at the thought. A shadow moved behind his eyes and she tensed.

“What did you see?” he asked.

“A shadow.” Muse replied.

Gabriel reached a dripping hand to her face and caressed her cheek. A wet line remained where he touched. “My beast.” he whispered. “I’m the prince of the werewolves.”

“What?” she gasped. She took a step away from him.

“Do you fear me now?” he said.

Muse shook her head. “No.” she said. “I just didn’t expect it.”

He smiled. “Why?” he asked.

Muse shrugged. “I didn’t feel any power from you.” she said. “I thought that the werewolf prince would generate an enormous amount of power.”

Gabriel nodded. “I don’t like to show off.” he said. “I prefer to pass for human when I can.”

“Why?” she asked, confusion plain on her face.

“No woman would really accept what I am.” he said. “Well, maybe a few would but even then there is no guarantee that they would truly love me. That is why most of the preternatural creatures have decided to have human slaves.”

“Sex slaves?” Muse asked.

Gabriel nodded. “Yes, sex slaves.” he said. “Most humans are not treated as slaves. We treat them more like precious pets.”

Muse shook her head. “Not all men and women are against preternatural creatures.” she said.

The werewolf prince moved towards her. “Able tells me that you are a witch.” he said. “That might be why you can accept us so easily.”

He held his hand out to her. “Now, did we come in her to bathe or did we come in here to have idle chatter?” he asked. When she didn’t accept his proffered hand, he let it fall back to his side.

“Bathe.” Muse said. “But somehow I doubt that you allow us to get much cleaning done in this pool.”

Gabriel smiled down at her. “If you wish for met to leave you be then I will leave you.” he said.

Silence spread between them like a blanket. Muse stared up at him and he stared back. She shifted from foot to foot, growing cold now that half of her naked body was out of the warm water. She was also growing increasingly uncomfortable staring at a naked man that she had just met. Nudity obviously didn’t bother him as much as it bothered her.

“Am I supposed to bathe with you?” she asked finally.

Gabriel laughed. It was an abrupt noise, but still beautiful. It was like someone was rubbing the finest silk against her naked body. She shivered and Gabriel laughed again. He stopped after a few minutes, gazing down at her and smiling.

“Are you really aiming to please me, my pet?” he asked.

“I doubt that you will release me and I doubt that even if I say no to making love with you that you will not try to rape me.” she said. “I figure that I can make my life here easy or difficult. If I were a few years younger, I might go for difficult. You have caught me when I really don’t care what happens to me. So for right now I think I would rather have an easy life if it is presenting itself to me in the form of a Lycan prince.”

Gabriel nodded. “Admirable decision.” he said. “I will sit there and watch you this time.”

He walked past Muse and she watch him walk around to the left side of the pool and pick up a black silk robe with black fur around the color, cuffs, and bottom. Muse stood on the bottom step, watching him as he moved to sit in front of the pool. He really was going to allow her to bathe alone. She turned away from him then and dove under the rippling surface of the pool. She stayed submerged until she reached the waterfall at the back of the pool.

When she surfaced, Gabriel was watching her intently. Muse turned her attention to the waterfall cascading down the ebony rocks. “Was this expensive?” she asked.

“Not really.” he replied. “The pack tithes to my father and he agreed to allow me to do with this bathroom what I wanted. It took the wereleopards about two months to complete.”

“I see.” she breathed. “So the pack works?” she asked.

“Of course they do.” he said. “My father is a pediatrician at the St. Louis General Hospital.”

“What about your mother?” Muse asked. She swam away from the waterfall and towards the marble island.

Gabriel frowned. “My mother doesn’t work.” he said. “My father thinks that she should stay here and have babies.”

“Where is here exactly?” Muse asked.

“Most lycanthropes and vampires live here in the palace of the Unseelie queen, Undelva.” he said. “That way we cannot be hunted down like bounty.”

Muse nodded. “I see.” she said. “So Queen Undelva is okay with human slaves running around her palace?”

Gabriel smiled. “She has more than most of the werewolf royal family combined.” he said. “She is a fan of performances.”

“Performances?” Muse asked, hoisting herself onto the island.

The werewolf prince nodded, frowning deep enough to furrow his brow. “Yes,” he said. “She picks the slaves she finds lovely and makes them perform for the masses.”

“The masses being lycanthropes, vampires, fey, and other preternatural creatures, right?” Muse asked.

Again Gabriel nodded. “That’s right.” he said.

Muse fell silent, watching the clear water as it rippled and lapped at the marble island. What would it be like to ‘perform’ in front of so many people? Muse had a sinking feeling that she would find out sooner or later.

[blackmoondagger]

Chapter Three

“Are you done yet, my pet?” Gabriel asked. He stretched his arms to the ceiling, yawning. “You have bathed and washed that lovely hair of yours. It’s been nearly half an hour that you have swum around that pool and it’s torturing me.”

Muse was floating on her back in the middle of the pool. She righted herself and gazed up at him. “Why is this torturous for you?” she asked. “If I’m to understand this right, you have control over when we have sex or not.” she said.

Gabriel smiled down at her. “I do at that, my lovely pet.” he said. He rose to his feet and walked to the pile of towels and robes. He picked out a crimson robe and a crimson towel. “However, I am not going to force you as are most other men. Queen Undelva might ask me to allow you to perform in one of her shows tonight.”

Muse swam to the steps and walked out of the pool. The werewolf prince met her at the top step and handed her the towel. She took it and dried off quickly. When she tried to take the robe, Gabriel held it away from her. He shook his head and set it down on the edge of the claw-foot tub. Muse crossed her arms over her stomach, tapping her foot in annoyance.

Gabriel lifted the towel off of the floor and moved behind her. He rubbed the crimson cloth against her damp skin, kneading the muscles in her back. Muse’s head lolled back onto his shoulder and Gabriel smiled softly down at her. Her face was a mask of relaxed pleasure. Humans were open books when it came to their emotions. However, it was rather difficult for them to keep emotions from lycanthropes and vampires. They could smell emotions like they had actual scents.

He moved the towel to the front of her body and fondled her ample breasts. A quiet moan escaped her lips as she leaned against him for balance. Gabriel let the towel slip away from her and touched her bare flesh. She gasped when his cool hands touched her warms skin. The werewolf prince smiled as he kissed her shoulder, made his way up her neck, and blew his warm breath into her ear.

A shiver ran up Muse’s spine as his hands moved down her breasts, down her stomach, and between her legs. Gabriel caressed her warm, wet opening, moaning in her ear. Muse’s legs buckled and Gabriel wrapped his left arm around her waist, continuing his examination of her warm well with his right fore and middle fingers. He nibbled on her ear lobe as he brought them both to their knees.

He pulled his fingers out of her, moved the robe aside, and mounted up behind her. Muse moaned as he entered her slowly. If he decided to be rough again, she couldn’t bite him this way. Gabriel moved in and out and Muse moved her body in time with him. He tossed his head back, moaning as he moved inside of her. She was so warm, so wet, and so ready for him.

No woman could have been so willing. No woman could have made them want them more than he wanted the witch kneeling before him. Her moans filled his ears as he rode her. His hands were on her hips, helping her move in time with him. Last night he had lost control of himself. This time he would play nice. He wouldn’t pound her like he had the night before.

“Gabriel.” she gasped, digging her fingernails into the towel that he had discarded only moments before. “Oh, God.”

He smiled as he slid in and out of her. “Muse.” he breathed, his voice husky with need. “I’ll stop if you don’t want this.”

She shook her head and looked back at him through a curtain of auburn hair. “No!” she gasped. “I do! I want this!”

“Good.” he breathed. “I’m very glad to hear that, my pet.”

Gabriel moved quicker. In and out, in and out. He breathed with the rhythm of her moving body. She was a wondrous sight to behold. Truly a work of art light a living statue carved from the finest marble. Gabriel moved his right hand up her body, caressing the dip between her hips and rib cage. She moaned and a new wave of wetness surrounded him. Gabriel gasped, nearly toppling on top of her.

“Dear sweet moon in the heavens.” he gasped. “You’re wonderful, woman.”

She looked back at him once more. “Don’t stop yet.” she said. “Please don’t stop yet.”

Gabriel gritted his teeth and arched his back as he came. “It’s not me.” he breathed. “It’s you.”

Muse gasped as she climaxed, sending another warm wave crashing over Gabriel. Her thighs and legs were lick with it. A howl tore through his lips as sweet release washed over him like a scalding wave. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rolled them to the floor. They lay on their sides, gasping for breath.

A knock on the door made them both tense. “What?” Gabriel growled.

“Dinner, my lord.” a man said. “The queen is wondering what is taking so long.”

“Tell her that we’ll be there soon.” Gabriel said. His eyes were on Muse’s still form. “Leave us now!”

“Yes, my lord.” the man said and the sound of his leaving filled Muse’s ears.

When the door closed behind the man, Gabriel rose to a sitting position. Muse stayed lying on the floor as he had put her. Her hair was in disarray, covering her face and eyes from his view. Gabriel swept the auburn hair aside and looked down into her grey eyes. He would really have to give Able a lot of credit for finding the lovely woman lying on the floor beside him.

“We must get ready for dinner.” he said.

Muse looked up at him. “How long did we sleep today?” she asked.

He caressed her cheek. “Long enough, my pet.” he replied.

She sat up, her hair spilling over her body. “Why do you call me that?” she asked.

“You don’t like it?”

She shook her head. “It’s not that.” she said. “I just wanted to know if you called all your slaves that.”

Gabriel smiled softly. “Jealous?” he asked.

Muse opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed his fore finger to her lips. “Think before you speak dear girl.” he said. “I can smell a lie.”

“I just want to know if I’m on a long list.” she said.

The werewolf prince shook his head. “You are not on a long list.” he said. “You were a birthday gift to me from Able. You are my first and only slave.”

“But I thought that since you are the werewolf prince you would have a horde of young woman.” Muse said.

Gabriel shook his head. “Queen Undelva has her pick when a new slave is brought in.” he said. “The only way someone can get it before her is if they have been designated for someone else. Able thought it only fair for me to have such a lovely young woman for my twenty-first birthday.”

Muse looked down at her hands. “Oh.” she said. “I’m sorry if this is a bad experience for you then.”

Gabriel placed his hand under her chin and lifted it up so he could gaze into her grey eyes. “Quite the contrary, Muse.” he said. “I am enjoying myself thoroughly.”

Silence followed. They stared at each other for a long moment. Finally, Gabriel broke the silence. “Now, come and we will make ready for you debut.”

He rose to his feet and offered Muse his hand. She accepted it. Gabriel lifted her to her feet and led her back into the sleeping chambers. Muse wasn’t so sure she would like meeting the Unseelie queen. What if she made her ‘perform’ in one of her shows? Would Gabriel allow it?

[blackmoondagger]

Chapter Four

Gabriel stood outside the bathroom door, gazing down at his boots. “Are you almost done, my pet?” he called.

“Yes,” she said. “It’s hard to get into this thing without ripping it.”

The werewolf prince laughed. “It can’t be that hard.” Gabriel said.

Gabriel grabbed the crotch of his pants and pulled. He hated having to wear tight blue jeans. There were holes in the knees, one of the butt cheeks was up for public viewing, and both of his thighs were visible. The legs were tucked into his knee high boots. The shirt he wore as made a silver gauze material with tiny diamonds strung in a small circle around his dark nipples. A silver nipple ring hung from his left nipple, burning him in a sick twisted please. Not many lycanthropes liked wearing silver.

The door swung open and Muse stepped out of the bathroom. She wore a silver gauze dress with diamonds strung through it. A silver necklace hung at her throat with a fang shaped diamond, silver rings wrapped around her fingers, and silver earrings with tiny diamond teardrops hung from her earlobes. Her feet were bare to show off the silver toe rings wrapping around her second toe to her pinky toe.

Gabriel smiled. “Very lovely.” he said. “The others will love you.”

Muse looked up at him. “I doubt that.” she whispered. “I very seriously doubt that.”

He touched her cheek. “They will.” he breathed. “I know they will.”

They gazed at one another, silence stretching between them. “Let’s go, my pet.” he said. “I want to show you off.”

He held his hand out to her and she took it. Gabriel led her out of the room, down the hall, and into the dining hall. When they entered, Muse froze. A long table stood near the back wall and chairs seemed to go on forever. In the center of the room stood a curtained of area with a ring of rugs with puffy pillows behind its filmy face.

On the left wall ten feet away from the curtained of area were chains and shackles. A line of whips lined the wall to the right of the chains. Beside the whips were shelves of knives. There was even a short sword resting against the wall to the right of the shelves. Muse closed her eyes, inhaling deeply to calm herself.

A chair scratched the floor and a tall woman wearing a very clingy black silk dress rose to her feet. She had to be Queen Undelva. Her hair was long, black, and as silky as the dress she wore. She had baby pink eyes, pale skin, and a delicate bone structure. There was no doubt in Muse’s mind that she was not a delicate person.

“Prince Gabriel,” she said. She lifted her hand above her head, golden bracelets running down her arm. “Your pet is quite lovely. Would you mind if we used her in our show tonight?”

“Do you swear that no harm will come to her?” he asked. “To my Muse.”

“No harm will come to your Muse that she does not invite.” the woman said

Gabriel looked down at the lovely young woman standing beside him and slightly hidden from view. “Muse would not invite pain. She is mine.” he said. “Remember that, Undelva. She is mine!”

Queen Undelva smiled down at him. “It is really a shame to hear that, my prince.” she said. “She is quite a lovely young woman and I was hoping to make her own of my own.”

The way she said ‘her own’ made Muse shiver. The woman’s voice held an undercurrent of lust and the heat of desire. Muse moved closer to Gabriel, shielding herself from everyone’s gaze. She felt exposed. She felt helpless. Gabriel turned to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Do you want to do this, Muse?” he asked.

“Am I suppose to?” she asked, looking at his chest and at the silver nipple ring.

A bark of laughter tore through the silent dining hall. Both of them turned to the sound. Gabriel frowned until his brow furrowed and Muse simply looked confused. The man was tall, pale, blond hair, and blue eyed. He was handsome like all vampires, but something wasn’t quite like the other vamps sitting around the table with the lycanthropes and fey.

“You are asking what your slave wishes to do? She asks you is she should do as Queen Undelva has asked?” he said, laughing manically. “Too rich!”

“Is there a point, Jasper?” Gabriel growled. “If not then please shut up.”

The vampire held his wine glass up and tilted it to the couple. “I tilt my glass to dear prince.” he said. “Lovely pet you have gotten for yourself, werewolf prince.”

Gabriel glared at the handsome vampire. “What do you want Jasper?” he growled.

“We all want to watch your little woman perform.” he said. “What will you do, little Muse?”

The werewolf prince looked down at Muse. “What do you want to do, Muse?” he asked.

She gazed up at him. “I’ll do what you ask.” she said.

Gabriel reached out to her and ran his finger tips down her face. “I ask you to do what you want.” he said.

Muse looked at Queen Undelva and then at Jasper. Her eyes stayed locked with the handsome vampire for a long, quiet moment. “I will participate in your show, Your Grace.” she said.

Queen Undelva smile and nodded. “Then make ready.” she said. “We will eat while you and the others perform.”

Chairs scratched the marble floor and a small group of people made their way to the center of the room where the curtained of area was. Muse turned to join them, but Gabriel grabbed her face in his hands. They gazed into one another’s eyes and her body tightened as his dark eyes clouded with anger.

“You are mine, Muse.” he whispered. “You are mine.”

She placed her hands on top of his and closed her eyes. “I know that.” she said. “I am yours.”

Gabriel kissed her fore head and he released her. Muse turned away from him, facing the ring of rugs and pillows. The men and women stood there, waiting for her. Queen Undelva watched Gabriel all the while. When Muse entered the curtained off area, Gabriel dropped to his knees. His eyes remained on her all the while.

“On all four, Muse.” Queen Undelva said.

Muse moved to the middle of the curtained area and dropped to her hands and knees. The sound of bracelets clanging as Queen Undelva swung her hands made Muse tense. A dark haired, brown eyed man moved up behind her, his hands on her waist, sliding inside of her slowly. She moaned despite herself. Muse looked back and watched a red head, green eyed man moved up behind the dark haired man. Were they serious?

A man clicked his tongue and Muse’s attention moved to the floor. The man beneath her had short brown hair and baby blue eyes. What was he there for? A black haired, hazel eyed woman shuffled up to the man and moved aside her short, flowing skirt and mounted him, her back to him. Muse watched in horror as a small blond haired, blue-green eyed woman moved in front of the black haired woman. She pushed her skirts to the side and exposed herself to the woman.

The black haired woman’s face was a mask of lust as she stared at the woman’s opening. Muse felt like she was going to be sick. Was this queen really going to watch this? Was Gabriel going to watch? A man with long black hair and pale blue eyes moved in front of the blond woman. He exposed his quivering member to the woman and she took him into her mouth. Another man moved up in front of Muse, already exposed and waiting for her to take him into her mouth.

Muse looked back at Gabriel and saw anger twist his face. She closed her eyes, turned back to the man, and opened her mouth. As soon as she had decided to step into the curtained area, she knew that she wouldn’t come out the same girl that she had gone in as.

[blackmoondagger]

Chapter Five

Muse closed her eyes as the man in front of her grabbed a fist full of her hair, moving her head back and forth in a rhythm that he liked. The man behind her was moving in and out of her slowly, moaning. Muse wasn’t sure if he was moaning because of her or the man behind him. She moved her eyes to the man beneath her. He was fondling her breasts while the woman that had mounted him earlier held him sheathed inside of her.

Muse looked at the woman who was bent before black haired, hazel eyed woman. Her face was a twisted mask of pleasure. The black haired, blue eyed man that had his thingy in her mouth was watching Muse. She turned her gaze away from the man, staring up at the man who stood before her. He looked like he was toughly enjoying himself.

The men behind Muse cried out as they climaxed. Muse felt his warmth fill her and she groaned. The man beneath her clenched her breasts as he and the woman mounted on him peaked. The blond woman moaned as she and the man standing before her climaxed. All around her people cried out as orgasm washed over them in scalding waves of pleasure. All that was left was the man standing before her.

Muse tensed as the man filled her mouth with his seed. Her stomach turned as it ran down her throat. The two men behind her dropped to the ground. The man standing before her pulled away from Muse, gasping for breath. The men and women surrounded her, piling on top of her as they lay in a tangle of hot flesh.

“Get off of her!” Gabriel shouted.

Muse felt people being jerked off and away from her. She met her master’s eyes, tears streaming down her cheeks. Gabriel bent down and lifted her into his arms. She curled into the curve of his arm. Everything would be all right now that she was in his arms. Nothing would go wrong.

Gabriel turned to face the table of people, glaring at Queen Undelva. “She will never perform again!” he said in a soft voice. “They may not have harmed her, but you could have made it easier of her for her first time.”

Undelva smiled. “I told you she would not receive pain that she did not invite, lycan prince.” she said. “Take you slave and be gone from my sight.”
“Able, bring me food in my room.” he said, looking at his friend. “Please.”

The vampire nodded. “As you wish, my friend.” he said. “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

He nodded. “Thank you, Able.” he said.

“I will always help you when you need me, Gabriel.” he said. “I will help your pet when she needs me as well.”

Jasper scoffed. “How disgusting.” he said. “A show of emotion by a vampire of you power should not grovel before a mangy werewolf and his pathetic human.”

“Mind you manners, Jasper.” Undelva said. “Come, let us enjoy the next show.”

Gabriel turned away from them and walked out of the dining hall. Muse nuzzled against his chest, taking in the scent of him. Had he done something wrong by taking up for her? She was his slave. His sex slave. Why would he bother standing up for her?

They stood outside of their bedroom door and Gabriel gazed down at his slave for a long moment. She had done something because he had asked her to. What else would she do to prove to Jasper, Queen Undelva, and anyone else who challenge his authority that she was an obedient slave? What would happen to her if she got hurt doing Undelva’s little shows? What would he do if she got hurt performing in one of Undelva’s shows?

Gabriel sighed heavily and opened the door. He walked up to his bed, laying Muse down on the soft comforter. She rolled onto her side, wincing as the diamonds bit into her skin. Gabriel bent down and pulled a small silver knife from under his bed. He cut the gauze dress off of her. He tossed it beside the bed, watching her as she lay naked and weeping on his bed.

“Muse.” he whispered. “I’m so sorry.”

She opened her eyes and looked up at him. “I’m fine, Gab.” she said. “I’m just feeling a little very *friendly* personty right now.”

He smiled and caressed the side of her face. Her hair was clinging to her fore head in wet tendrils. Jealousy had taken over him while he’d watched those men f**k her. She was his! She was his and no one else’s. He was the only one who could make her moan and writhe in pleasure.

“You never have to do that again, my pet.” he said.

“I don’t mind.” she said. “If it helps you then I’ll do it again.”

Gabriel buried his face in her auburn hair. “Oh Muse.” he breathed. “I don’t deserve a woman like you.”

The girl laughed then. “What are you talking about?” she asked. “I’ve only been here for like two days.”

Gabriel shook his head. “That doesn’t matter.” he said. “You’re acting like I’ve been your master for years.”

Muse stroked his hair. “Will you just get into bed?” she said. “I need you to hold me.”

The werewolf prince rose to his feet and crawled onto the bed beside her. “Yes, ma’am.” he said. “I’ll take you out tomorrow night.”

“Where will we go?” she asked.

“Me, you, Able, and his slave can go dancing.” he said, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Muse nuzzled into his chest. “I don’t dance.” she said.

“You will.” Gabriel said.

A knock on the door made the two of them look towards the door. “Enter!” Gabriel called.

Able entered, dragging a tray of food into the room. “Dinner is served.” he said.