Chapter Three

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Tabitha

The sun has been down for a long time, but I'd rather stare at the stars in the sky than the sun any day. The air has a chill to it, solidifying the fact winter will be here soon. I pull my blanket tighter around me as my stomach growls. I've eaten many meals today—fruits, meats, breads—but nothing quells the pains the way blood does.

Dahlia has helped as much as she can over the last three months, but as a witch, she has her own laws to follow, and if she doesn't want to be deemed a dark witch, she cannot kill anyone. I understand that trying to feed me isn't worth the risk. So I have been making do on feeding from animals and the blood bags she brings me, but I'm just barely getting by. It's why I am so weak and unable to go after my father on my own. Though, that wouldn't be smart regardless. Once I am at full strength again, hopefully within a few days after feeding, we can put the plan into action. Soon enough, that throne will be mine. The evil man who tricked thousands of people will be gone. Back where he belongs in hell.

Kozzanth and Theodas went out this evening to find me food. I knew it would take them time, as they aren't familiar with the area. Theodas asked for a map, but I do not have one. I told him we can go to the library tomorrow so he can look at all the maps he wants.

I'm an hour's walk from any other person, and the Dravens have to be careful, so they do not get caught. Though the laws say they can be here, Dravens are commonly stolen and sold. They are worth a lot of money, especially with how fine mine are.

I also asked the men to get a specific sort of person. Someone who is unkind. I do not want to be the reason a family is pulled apart—that's the angel in me. Most vampires couldn't care less about those things; all they care about is eating. Surviving. Breeding. But me? I have two sides that war with each other constantly.

The Fallen Angel of Amarys.

My mother was an angel from the Amarys realm—the most peaceful of realms. Everything is calm and beautiful, and they are accepting of anyone who has good intentions. It is the realm you must pass in order to get to Heaven, and many angels live there. Angels, though they have this interesting lore, are similar to a witch, only their magic is much greater and completely good. They are pure-hearted creatures; the complete opposite of demons that are vile and awful. Demons and trolls are the only two creatures in our world that must stick to their own realms. Demons live in hell, along with vampires and other beings, but demons are the only ones stuck there. At least by law because many escape. And trolls? They live in the Oedaeth realm, and legally are not allowed to leave. This doesn't mean they don't.

My mother was a good woman. Beautiful. Smart. Funny. She met my father, a strong and powerful vampire. She was shunned from Amarys, as they felt Norrix, my father, did not have good intentions. This happened while my mother was pregnant, which is where my name came from—the Fallen Angel of Amarys. I will never be allowed back to that realm as vampire blood runs through my veins. Though they are good people, they are afraid. Any creature with darkness in their blood is not allowed in Amarys or Heaven. The fact my mother, as an angel, fell for a vampire—literally and figuratively—is still a mystery even to me.

Though I recall growing up with my father being a good man, it seems it was all a show. The angels were right from the very beginning. My mother was so blinded by her love for him that she could not sense his bad intentions. It's tragic. I miss her so much, but I am also grateful she is no longer suffering at the hands of the man she gave her heart to.

Together, they did a great thing. They created their own realm—something almost unheard of. It took many people and a lot of magic, and years and years of hard work. It wasn't difficult for them to find followers in those who felt they didn't belong in other realms. Demtra is a realm that accepts any and all people, no matter where you've come from.

They created Demtra, which is all about fairness and acceptance. They were the perfect king and queen, and people from all ten realms moved to be with them to help the realm grow. Until one day, something in my father changed.

Things between my parents grew tense behind closed doors, and I was thrown into the dungeons. That day still haunts my nightmares. It wasn't until later that I realize my mother was dead. I've never been so confused in all my life. Up until the day I was brought into my cell, I'd never seen anger in my father. Not even a hint of it. But then it was like he'd transformed into someone else entirely. Even now, after three years, it is hard to comprehend.

Demtra is now a prison, with many ridiculous rules and laws, giving room for demons and vampires to do as they please, but no one else. Because yes, somehow, my father has made it okay for demons to leave hell and seek shelter there.

I have to save my people, and that's precisely what I plan to do.

I love my father, but I cannot agree with what he is doing, and I will not sit back and allow it to happen.

"My queen, Kozzanth and Theodas are back, and they have food."

I look over my shoulder at Raisi, who has a small smile on his face.

"Really?" I say breathlessly.

"They were successful," he adds.

It's been so long since I've fed properly…

My hands shake as I throw the blanket off me and get up from the chair. I step toward Raisi, looking up into his grey eyes. His smile grows, and he reaches out to brush his thumb along my cheek. It's warm and soft. The touch of someone else is wonderful. Something I haven't had in so long.

"Thank you," I tell him. He nods, moving to the side so I can hurry in and down to the main room, where I hear Kozzanth and Theodas talking.

Once I reach the bottom of the stairs, I round the banister and see them placing an unmoving man on the floor.

"He is not dead, right?" I say, panic racing up my spine.

Kozzanth looks at me with a smirk. "Of course not, my queen. He is only unconscious."

"He still breathes," Theodas says with certainty. "We made sure of it."

On shaky legs, I walk toward them.

It is so hard to be near anyone and not eat. It's all I want. Like having a juicy steak in front of your mouth but no teeth to bite into it. Or a large glass of water, but your lips are stapled shut.

It is pure torture, but now, thanks to these three Dravens, I will finally be able to eat properly for the first time in years.

"Which of us do you want to bite him for you?" Kozzanth asks.

I look between the three giant men. I hadn't thought of that, and I guess it doesn't matter.

I wring my hands together, unable to contain my nerves and excitement. "I do not care, but I should apologize now for how I may act. It's been a long time since I've fed, and…" I run my hand along my chest, feeling a tightness there. A strange wave of emotions rolls over me as I look down at my meal.

"It's okay, my queen," Kozzanth says, running his large hand down my arm. "We are aware of how vampires become after a feed, and we can handle it. There are three of us, and one of you. Surely you will be completely satisfied afterwards."

My cheeks heat at his inference, but I accept it.

If I turn into a crazed and horny woman over this, at least they are here to help me handle it. In fact, it may be fun. I'll be full and sated. It's an unimaginable thought.

I look up at the three of them. "You're sure he is not a good man?"

That angel in me is worried this man has a loving family waiting for him to come home tonight.

I turn my attention back to the guy on the ground. He is clean, so he must have a decent home. His clothing is not torn and looks relatively new; therefore, he's well taken care of. Or perhaps has money.

"Absolutely not," Kozzanth spits out. "We saw him snatch a child from the street and run down an alleyway in the marketplace."

I cover my hand with my mouth and shake my head as I stare at the man in front of me.

"This man does not deserve to live," Kozzanth adds, nudging him with his booted foot.

"The child is okay?" I ask.

"We made sure of it," Theodas says softly.

I nod, then say, "Whoever wants to bite him for me is fine. I have no preference. But please do it soon."

The three of them share a look, but both Raisi and Theodas simultaneously move their gazes toward Kozzanth, and I think we have our answer.

"It would be my pleasure, my queen," he says with a proud grin. "Where would you like him?"

I look around, trying to find a place that will be easy to clean if this goes wrong, but also somewhere comfortable. I like being comfortable when I feed.

"The kitchen island, perhaps?" I suggest, pointing to it with a shaky finger.

Theodas and Raisi grab one of the man's arms while Kozzanth takes his feet. They bring him into the kitchen and lift him onto the counter. Kozzanth moves by his head and brushes the man's golden shaggy hair from his neck. There is still a small bit of hesitation deep inside me over ending this man's life, but he was going to hurt that child… that's what I have to remind myself.

Being born from an angel and a vampire is a curse and a blessing.

"Once I bite, you will have to be quick. Be ready. Bring your face near mine as I go, this way the puncture holes will not close before you get the chance."

I nod and step forward. My entire body trembles as I watch Kozzanth eagerly, preparing for my first proper meal in so long. At least when I was in the dungeons my father had me fed. It was from a machine, as he would not allow me to bite into anyone, but it was still food. Knowing I will never feel the pop of skin beneath my teeth is disappointing, but at least I can still feed from a warm body.

"Ready?" Kozzanth asks.

I nod again, and when he bends to bring his face to the man's neck, I bring mine close too. I hear the pop of skin when his teeth sink in, and the scent of blood has my eyes falling closed and my stomach swirling.

Gods, that smells so good.

Kozzanth makes a grunting sound, I assume to alert me that he will pull away shortly, so I move as close as I can. My cheek brushes his, and when he pulls back, I dive in, latching onto the warm skin that is still wet with Kozzanth's saliva.

I suck in the sweet, metallic flavor of the man who has no idea his life will be lost—hopefully he does not wake and give us trouble. I prefer my food to be calm. I hate a fight. Most vampires enjoy it. Feed off it. But not me.

With each draw of blood, I feel my energy being restored. My body warms from the inside out, my head is clearer, and I think I could run for miles. But I keep drinking, and eventually it starts to feel good in a different way. So damn good that my body is practically vibrating. I grasp the man's shirt, digging my nails in as I pull more blood, sucking as hard as I can to get every drop. My nipples harden as an ache forms low in my abdomen. Then the tingling starts. My pussy pulses with the need to be filled, the need to be fucked hard.

No one knows why vampires grow so needy after feeding after not having done so for a long time. Perhaps it is the universe's way to ensure they reproduce. Hungry vampires don't reproduce, so they grow needy after they are well fed to ensure the race lives on.

Only I will not become pregnant, because Dravens cannot have children, but we sure as hell can have fun fucking anyway. I feel like an animal in heat, and I'm not sure when I started moaning, but the sounds are loud and echoing through my kitchen. It isn't my own sounds that catch my attention, though. It's the sounds of the Dravens, no doubt holding back from coming to me. It is their duty to take care of me, to do anything I need. Their primal instincts to care for me are taking over, and there is no mistaking what I need right now. They want to please me and give me exactly what I need.

"My queen…" Raisi rasps, his voice strained. I let go of the man's shirt, and blindly reach for Raisi, though I do not know who it is that comes to me as I cannot see them.

I do not lift my mouth from the man, though I feel the flow of blood slowing. Soon he will be dry, and all I will want is three Draven cocks filling me.

Someone takes my hand and I pull them toward me too, placing their hand over my breast and making them squeeze the flesh.

He groans, moving behind me, and sliding his other hand up my side as he rubs my nipple, causing it to harden. I press my ass into him, finding him hard, and he curses under his breath.

I suck and suck until there is nothing left, and I whimper when it's gone. I want more, but there is none. So, I lift my head and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I note how full my stomach is and realize there is something else that is more important than food right now.

I turn around, noting it is Raisi behind me. I reach for his head and pull him down for a kiss, the taste of blood strong on my tongue. He sighs as our mouths connect, his hands on my hips, digging in to pull me closer against him.

"Fuck me, Raisi. Please, I need you inside of me," I tell him as I pull at his shirt, trying to lift it over his head.

"Anything for you, my queen," he says, stepping back and lifting his shirt off. I look at the other two, who look as if they are barely holding on by a thread. I understand the feeling too well.

Thoughts of their training run through my head. I've seen images of how Dravens are taught to fuck, and it's quite erotic. They spend days upon days just fucking. Women. Men. Toys that are made for practice. And when they are through with their training, they must pass a test.

"You too," I say, reaching for Kozzanth, who is closer than Theodas, and tugging at his jeans' button and ripping them down. His cock bounces free, long and thick, and I drop to my knees to put it in my mouth. The salty taste of his pre-cum mixed with the lingering taste of blood has me even more eager to have these men. I suck as much of him into my mouth as I can. Raisi tears my pants in half, literally rips them from my body, and he slams into me so hard I fly forward, Kozzanth's cock sliding down my throat and causing me to gag. Tears burn my eyes, but it's all worth it to hear the sound of satisfaction that rumbles in Kozzanth's chest.

"Theodas, undress so you can take her ass," Raisi calls to him, and I smile around Kozzanth.

Yes, that sounds wonderful.

"Please, hurry," I mumble as I release Kozzanth from my mouth but use my hand to stroke him. "I need to come." I run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, then suck the tip back into my mouth. His cock is heavy on my tongue.

"I will make you come, my queen," Raisi says. He pulls me away from Kozzanth and lifts me. "Get rid of him," he grunts, and Theodas shoves the dead man off the island, so he falls to the floor with a loud thud. I am placed on the island and Raisi is between my legs, lashing at my swollen and needy clit. Kozzanth soon joins him, and I spread my legs as wide as I can to allow them both enough space to taste me together. Somehow, they work together so well, massaging my clit in just the right way.

"Theodas," I whine. "Come here. Give me your cock," I tell him. "Please."

He moves to the other end of the island and brings his leaking cock to my mouth where I lick and kiss and suck him into my mouth, just as the orgasm hits me. My hips lift from the island, but someone places a palm on my stomach, pressing me back down and holding me in place. Then someone latches onto my clit and sucks, skyrocketing me into another orgasm right away, but it still isn't enough.

"She wants more," Kozzanth says, almost in awe.

"Yes, please. More," I say around Theodas's cock.

"Kozzanth, you need a turn in our queen's pussy," Raisi says, pulling back and lifting me again. "Lie on the floor."

Kozzanth does as he's told and lies down on my kitchen floor. Raisi places me over him so I am straddling his hips, and with ease I slide onto him. He finds my shirt, tearing it open and tossing it away once it is off, not giving me even a second to enjoy the way he feels inside me.

Raisi leans down and kisses a trail down my spine, stopping at my ass, where he licks my rear hole and uses his fingers to gather my slickness from my pussy to insert a finger inside.

"Theodas is big, my queen. You must relax if you want him inside you." Raisi kisses my lower back as he stretches me with his fingers.

"I do," I say, riding Kozzanth nice and slow, taking in every thick inch of him. I scrape my nails down his chest, watching as his lips part and enjoy knowing I am giving him pleasure.

"That is not enough lubricant," Theodas says quietly. "It will hurt her."

"Olive oil," I groan. "From the pantry."

"It is unsafe, my queen. You will get an infection," Raisi argues.

I shake my head. "No, it is safe. Natural. Get it now!"

The sound of the cupboard has me sucking in a relieving breath. I feel if I'm not filled in every hole, I will not be satisfied. I need all three of them coming in me or this feeling will never go away. A moment later, the cool liquid is spread on my hole, and someone is pressing a finger into it.

"You will go slow," Raisi demands.

"I will," Theodas agrees.

"My queen," Raisi says, getting on his knees beside me, his cock in hand and guiding it toward my lips. I look up at him and smirk before running my tongue below his plump head, causing him to groan low in his chest. He runs the head of his cock along my tongue, then my lips, before pushing it inside.

Theodas removes his fingers from my ass, and then the tip of his cock is prodding my entrance. He slowly presses forward, taking great care not to hurt me. I want it so damn bad that my body is ready for this, and it doesn't take him long to get inside me.

"Make me come again," I say around Raisi's cock. "Please, I beg you to make me come again."

Kozzanth reaches down to tease my clit. Theodas guides us with his movements, and I let Raisi fuck my mouth the way he wants. I trust they know exactly what will make me happy, so I give them the control to do it. They've done amazing so far.

"Gods above, this pussy is so tight," Kozzanth growls. "And as you get closer to orgasm, it only grows tighter."

I whimper in response, feeling my body getting close and unable to form words because of it.

"I can barely move, but just her squeezing me has me feeling like I will come already," Theodas grunts.

I moan a happy sound.

"Our queen wants us to come," Raisi says, and I hear the excitement in his voice.

"Then I shall give her my cum," Theodas says as he pushes deeper into me, grinding his hips against my backside.

"Fucking hell, Theo, right there," Kozzanth says through gritted teeth. "Yes, that. Keep doing that."

Theodas grinds his hips against my ass harder, his cock rubbing against Kozzanth's inside me. The pleasure is indescribable. I'm so full… I've never felt anything like it.

Raisi grabs a handful of hair, tugging it back to make me look at him. "I am going to give you my cum, my queen. Are you ready?" He pulls his dick out of my mouth with his free hand and strokes.

"Yes," I say, opening my mouth. He strokes his dick faster, keeping the tip at my lips and I wait for his release.

"I—Fuck, Koz, I cannot last any longer," Theodas grunts.

"Just… Gods yes, I am coming," Kozzanth says, and that's when Raisi starts to fill my mouth. I don't swallow it right away. I allow it to puddle in my mouth, enjoying the flavor and the warmth of it, the way it drips down my chin and hits the back of my throat. The look of pure lust and adoration on Raisi's face as he watches is also fuel to keep this up. I like him looking at me like that.

Kozzanth pinches my clit, sending me over the edge. I close my mouth and swallow as Theodas and Kozzanth both throb inside me. The pulsing of their cocks heightens my own orgasm and stars burst behind my eyelids as I'm overcome with mind-blowing pleasure. My body quickly turns to jelly, and I fall forward, resting my head on Kozzanth's heaving chest, allowing my body to relax. For the first time in a long time, my mind is clear. And I have them to thank.

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