6 comments/ 183869 views/ 27 favorites The Rightful Heir By: indian_fun Note: Thanks to the response to my earlier stories, here is another I hope you all can enjoy. This is the story of how I finally came to inherit what should have been rightfully mine. My name is Raja and I grew up in an orphanage, I never knew who my mom or dad were. The only thing I knew was somehow I was always treated special at the orphanage, I always got the toys I wanted as a kid, and got the best education I could. Somehow all this was not enough, I was not sure why I was abandoned, I tried my best to find out from the orphanage who abandoned me and who was providing for my well being, I knew someone must be shelling a lot of money for me to be taken care of, but no one said anything to me. They only consoled me saying, someone is happy to take care of you and you should be grateful for that. I noticed I was given my allowance, the previous day, a beautiful woman used to come by the orphanage and talk to the supervisor. She was breath-taking and I would wait out for her, just to have a glimpse of her. Looking at her always made me feel good, I did not know what it was, my friends at the orphanage used to tease me about her, saying I was crazy about her and she was much older than me, and I don't have a chance with her and all that. I didn't care, but always she would come up in my dreams as beautiful as ever and always smiling at me. I was in love with her!!!!! Now I was 18, and ready to move out of the orphanage, I was studying for my degree at a nearby college, but really had no enough money of my own to move out. I did not like staying there and made my wishes known to the supervisor and asked if my sponsor could help me put up a place of my own, and hopefully of meeting the woman who was in my dreams all the time. The supervisor came back saying the sponsor could not help at this time, but would definitely take that into consideration about that. It was at least a year before I heard from the sponsor about this and the supervisor came by and offered me a letter from my sponsor. I was delighted to get it and and it was a job offer as an assistant manager at a nearby tea estate arranged by my sponsor, I would however have to continue my studies as a pre-requisite. I was very happy and was glad I was going to get out of this place, I wondered if I would meet the woman who used to haunt my nights. With these thoughts I made preparations to leave the next day and slept. The next morning, saying goodbye to all my friends,some of them still teasing me about the mystery woman, I left for the estate. I was greeted by the servant taking care of the guest house and making sure I was comfortable and everything and I should report for work the next morning. I could not wait for next morning. The next morning, I reported for work and was greeted by a 60 year old man, I was disappointed. Quickly he showed all the work I was supposed to do. He told me I should learn everything fast as in 2 years I would be made manager. He informed me that the owner was the one who recommended me for the job and had asked me to be trained well. I did not know who the owner was, he informed me the owner was a 34 year old lady by the name of Rukmini and she would meet me for lunch in 2-3 days. I wondered if this was the same person who came in my dreams!!!! The 2 days were spent restlessly, me learning the stuff (I had my summer holidays at college) waiting for my lunch meeting. The day came for my lunch and I dressed up my best, neat shirt, ties et al. I arrived at the huge house a little early for lunch as I could not wait, I was ushered in by the servant to the drawing room and I was announced. As I waited, I saw a beautiful woman emerge from upstairs clad in a lovely pink saree, pink blouse smiling, it was her!!!! I just watched spellbound as she walked down the stairs smiling, looking at me just like in my dreams. My heart jumped and I could feel the loud beats in my ears!!! She was now in front of me smiling, I got up and just could not speak, here was the angel of my dreams and I could not mutter a word. "I am Rukmini," she smiled and offered her hand. "I ... I ...." I stammered offering my hand. "You are Raja," and she smiled again. I squeezed her hand, she did not draw away and just led me to the table, her hand in mine. I sat down next to her. The servant came by to serve, but she waved them off and started serving herself!!!! "Raja, It is so nice to see you, I have been wanting to introduce myself for a long time, but never got the opportunity before, finally I get my chance, I hope you forgive me" she said. I was just looking at her, she was so breathtakingly beautiful, but managed to recover and finally speak "Oh no, I should be thankful to you, you have helped bring me up and even helped get me a job, I will always be happy to do anything you want me to". "No, No, you dont have to be thankful about that, you are a wonderful kid and you have turned out to be well mannered too". "Thank you madam". "Dont call me madam, call me ...." she hesitated a bit, then continued "Rukmini". "Yes madam, I mean Rukmini," I stuttered. She smiled and again my heart jumped. She served me food all the time smiling, enquiring about my days at the orphanage and whether I was missing them. I could hear her speak all these , but I was just looking at her and sometimes down afraid she would find out about my boyish crush and she would send me away again, I nodded and answered her questions. We finally finished our food. "I hope you learn a lot at the job soon, the manager is a good man and a good teacher, so you learn as much as you can from him" she said looking at me smiling "Yes, Rukmini". "Do you have any girlfriends?" she asked. I was a little shocked and answered, "No". "Good, You can concentrate on work," She smiled at me again and she took my hand and led me to the door. "Will you come tonight for dinner too, if you are free?" She asked. "Yes, I will be happy to," I answered eagerly. I came home for dinner and we had a pleasant dinner, she wanting to know all my likes and dislikes, I was only happy to tell her, the only thing I could not tell her was "I love you". She told me to come for lunch and dinner everyday at her place and she would wait for me, I was only happy to oblige. Days passed, and I took her out on some dates as well, I got to know she was never married and her parents had just passed, the week before I took up the job and she was very alone. She always dressed well and I was always in awe of her. I told her she just needs to relax and have some fun. I invited her out to go to a discotheque with me, she was hesitant at first , then agreed. She had given her servants a week off. I arrived at her place for our "date" on my bike and there she was dressed to kill in a black beautiful dress, sleeveless top, a little cleavage, her skirt just ending before her knees, she was a 10, her 36-26-37 figure looking at me smiling as she hopped on to the bike and whispered "Raja, let us have fun". I nodded "Yes Rukmini" and we drove off her arms around my waist hugging tight. I had a hard on the whole ride and I am sure she could feel it, I wanted to tell her before the end of night, how much I was in love with her, I just did not know if I would be able to. We had a lot of fun, dancing, I was holding her tight and she was in my arms the whole night. I drove her back and she thanked me for the night, I leaned and kissed her on the mouth, she was shocked and looked at me "No, NO." "I am sorry, but I cant help it," I replied back "I love you Rukmini, with all my heart." "Oh Raja, I love you too but ...." "Rukmini, then what is the problem?" "Raja, You are still young, and I can't talk right now," and she started going toward the house. I parked the bike and followed her, "Please Rukmini, tell me , we can solve the problem together". I grabbed her and kissed her on the mouth, this time deeply, she reciprocated for a moment and then drew back running towards the door. I ran behind her, she opened the door. I was right behind her. "Raja, if you respect me, love me like you say, you should go back and rest, I will tell you everything tomorrow". "Why not now?". "It is very difficult for me to say this". "Dont you love me?". "Yes, but ....". "But what?". "I love you Raja, I love you a lot but ...". "Oh Rukmini, stop with this buts and please tell me what the problem, I am sure we can work it out". "I dont know if we can" she replied. "If we love each other, everything will be easy to solve". "No, No not this " and she started sobbing. I held her close and said "I will take care of you, Rukmini, I have always loved you, our ages should not matter at all, we will be happy together". "What do you mean always?" she asked. "Well, I have seen you come into the orphanage everytime before my allowance, and kind of knew you were the one who was caring for me". "Yes, I always cared for you Raja, but this is different, have you ever wondered who your parents were?" she looked at me in a sad way and asked. "Yes, I have , but they dont care about me and I dont care about them, I only care about you". "That's not true, atleast one of your parents cared for you" She said. I was shocked and angry "Who?". she was silent. "Who?" I again asked her. "You will be angry with me if I tell you" She replied. "You mean they asked you to take care of me?" I asked. "No, No, I am your MOTHER" I stood shocked and speechless as she looked me pleadingly hoping I will forgive her. "What?" I was just so angry , I looked at her glaringly, nodding my head I left on my bike she came running behind me. "Dont worry, I will take care of myself" I shouted knowing she would be worried. I slept, my dreams still haunting me. I got up and was more confused. I was still in love with her, even after knowing she was my own mother. I wanted to marry her and have kids with her!! What was I thinking, I did not care she was my mother, in fact it was more exciting, and no one knew, I could be with her legally and no one would know!!! I was smiling as I thought, my anger had completely melted, how could I be angry with this woman, who had taken care of me, who used to fill my dreams, who had a beautiful smile, and whom I would restlessly wait just to have a glimpse of, so what if she was my mother, she was still a woman, a beautiful woman, a lovely woman, a sexy woman, who aroused me at every thought, my thoughts racing as the phone rang. "Hello". "It's me" she said, my moms voice so unmistakeably sweet. "What do you want?" I pretended to frown. "Please come over, I want to talk to you". "You told me what I should know" I frowned again. "No, No You should know I did not abandon you". "What do you mean?". "Please come over, I cannot talk over the phone". "I will be there now". I drove as fast as I could, it was just a couple of miles, and rang the bell. She opened the door, in a beautiful lovely red saree, and as I walked in, she closed the door and hugged me for a long time. I finally walked her to the sofa and we sat down, both facing each other, I was smiling at her and asked her to calm down. "Raja, I love you a lot, I never abandoned you, I never wanted to put you in the orphanage, but I was young and was pressured and I did not know what to do". "Tell me Rukmini". "Call me mom". "Mom, MOM". "Oh Raja, my son" and she hugged me and kissed all over my face, and moving her hands all over my arms, noticing my hard on only all too evident. She did not say anything, just smiled " I wanted to take care of you all the time, Raja, my son, my darling" and she sobbed. "Mom, MOM calm down, tell me what happened, I promise I wont be angry". She related how she became pregnant at 15 by a boy she came across at the fair, she was not in love with him or anything like that and her parents were angry with her when they found out and the boy never knew what happened and she never found what or who or where he was. Her parents secretely arranged for her delivery as an abortion would be dangerous for her life, I was born and taken away to the orphanage, and she found out where I was taken to when she was 21 and had finished college, her parents wanted her married, but she refused, they threatened to disinherit her, if she did not marry and provide a heir to the fortune, she said they had already a heir in me, but her parents never considered me and she was angry with them and refused to marry as she did not want someone else to have this, but they made it clear in their will that she could not transfer her property to me directly and only her future husband and children born through the union could she transfer the property to and finally when they died, she invited me into the estate for me to look after what was rightfully mine. She said she took care of her body so she could attract me even if she was a lot older than me, so she could attract me, was a little shaken when she was informed I wanted to move out, but was glad I did not. So the only way to get my inheritance was make me fall in love with her as a woman and marry me. I was listening to her and held her hand, " I am sorry mom, you are wonderful, sorry about the way I behaved last night", then hugged her. "Son, I am sorry too, I should have told you earlier". "Why didn't you even come and meet me?". "I was afraid I would never be able to leave you" "Oh, I love you mom" I hugged her and kissed her on the cheeks. "Son, kiss me on the mouth" I bent down and kissed her on the mouth, lips touching, my tongue delving into her tongue, our first kiss as a man and woman, so wonderful, my eyes closed and feeling her soft sensous lips. "Mom, I love you". "I love you" Mom replied "I love you too son, not just as a mother, but as a woman, I want to make up all the time I lost , I dont want to lose you to another woman, I want you to know that" she continued as she took my hand and placed it on her heart. "Oh Mom" I said looking at her sweet lovely face. "Oh my darling son, oh my love, my Raja" and she hugged me tight "I am so happy now". We were in each others arms for a long time, kissing and cuddling as we looked deep into each others eyes knowing everything was right. I was really HARD, my cock was poking through her saree as we embraced tighter, my hands touched her ass squeezing and pushing it towards me as she looked at me with an inviting smile. "I am your woman" she whispered in my ears, nibbling at it slowly. "You are my goddess, my sexy mother goddess". "Yes, your mother is all yours". I smiled and lifted her and carried her to her bedroom. I kissed her mouth for a long time, as hands rolled across her thighs and I removed her petticoat, my fingers fingering her cunt from outside, I put my head inside her saree and smelt her sweet cunt, "It is so sexy mom". "It is all for you, my darling stud son". "Oh mom, I whispered and kissed her again in the cunt, hand unbuttoning her blouse as she lay there stroking my hair, one leg raised, I removed her saree and she was just in her blouse, I removed the blouse and felt her nipple, "aaaaah" she moaned. "You are so beautiful Mom". "Suck my nipples Raja, my son, my lover" as my tongue circled her breasts and I sucked her nipples as she moaned "Fill my breasts with milk, my love so you can have your mother's milk". I was aroused more hearing this and looking at her smiling, my mother , my woman laying naked waiting to be made love to by her son, her lover. I kissed her navel, and kissed her cunt again, my hands sliding across her thighs and legs as she looked at me. I start licking her tongue and she unbuttoned my pants as I switched positions to a 69 as my cock burst out at her mouth, she took it lovingly, "My son is a stud, just like mom wanted, it is so long and hard and thick" and kissed and rubbed it all over her face and then took it in her mouth. She licked the top and she started sucking, it was sheer heaven as my tongue pounded her cunt, we were sucking so hard within moments we were cumming in each others mouth. I whispered, "Mom , that was awesome". "Just like my handsome son" she answered back. We kissed each other in the mouth, our cums mingling in our mouth "I want to be inside you mom". "Whats stopping you, I am yours , my love". "Oh mom" I moaned as I cock turned hard again and I was in my mom's wet cunt. I slowly pushed inside her as we kissed. "Slowly ,my son, I have been waiting for this a long time" she said. "Rukmini, I love you". "Raja, I love you". "Rukmini, I want you to marry me". "Raja, Oh Raja , my love". "Will you marry me?". "YES" she shouted as my cock thrust deep inside her cunt. I kissed her and started pushing in her cunt faster and faster. "TAKE ME SON, MAKE YOUR MOTHER HAPPY, MAKE LOVE TO YOUR MOTHER". "YES, MY MOTHER, MY LOVE, MY SWEETHEART". She was moaning and pulling my ass towards her cunt as my hand was playing with her breasts and we were looking at each other, our faces sweating as I pounded into her cunt. It was tight at first, but her wetness combined to make it even better. She was SCREAMING as I fucked her horny sexy cunt. HARDER and HARDER, FASTER and FASTER. My hands roaming all over her body, pinching her waists and thighs as I pounded her cunt with my heavy rod, our bodies shaking, I was noticing the ecstasy on her face, as she egged me on, bucking her ass towards my cock, sucking it in her cunt, her hands roaming over my back, as she screamed, her first fuck since I was born. Our entwined bodies a delight to watch in the mirror, the union of two lovers, who wanted each other so bad, it did not matter they were mother and son, all that mattered was we loved each other with a passion that would bind us forever in each others arms. As I banged her cunt harder and faster, I leaned into her face and kissed her lovely mouth, my object of desire for so long and she smiled naughtily as she pouted for more. My mouth biting her neck as she moaned for more, I could not hold it any longer.... "I am cumming mom" "Fill me son, fill me nowwwwwwwwwww" "I am cummmmmmmmmmmmmming" As I came into her cunt, I lay down on her and I kissed her. We fucked in every way possible that week, I got officially engaged to my mother, always called her Rukmini in front of everyone, and mom in private, I was still 19 and had to wait 2 years to marry her, we even got a place near my college for rent and she lived with me as my girlfriend loving me and cooking for me as my mom. I again proposed to her in front of all my friends and slipped a ring on her, all my friends were happy, I was united with the woman of my dreams, ofcourse they did not know she was the woman who gave birth to me, and willing to give birth to my children. I introduced her to everyone as my future wife, and my mom was thrilled everytime she heard me say that and it would result in some hot hot playing, always starting with my mom reaching home, spreading her legs, showing her already wet dripping cunt and saying "Your mom wants to bless your marriage" and pulling my head towards her cunt and rubbing all over my face. Our days went on this way and I graduated before I was 21, my motivation to get back into our house and live there with my love. My mom promoted me to manager after the old man retired and became my personal secretary, I take her everywhere and fuck her, she soon became pregnant and I married her she was seven months pregnant on my 21st birthday. She teased me about marrying a pregnant woman,and wondered what her mother would say, I reassured her that I would fuck my mother if she objected and she smiled wickedly. The Rightful Heir My thanks to Murkedly for not only editing but helping me to breathe new life into this story. Thank you Sir. I always knew there was something different about me. I'd grown up under the watchful eyes of my grandmother and grandfather, never knowing my real parents. When you have lived with two people all your life you never really give it much thought. I never did: at least until now. I called them Grams and Pops. They taught me to be caring, kind, sharing and patient. Pops was fond of telling to me to play when I can and work when I should. Most important, they taught me love. To me, they were my world. I grew up in their loving home, enduring the same trials as any child, finally blossoming into a balanced, confident, energetic young woman. I moved out of my grandparent's home when I started attending college to live on campus. My major was in education. My desire was to be a teacher, to help develop young minds. I knew it was what I wanted to do ever since my freshman year in high school when I started tutoring other students in Math and English. I had worked hard to get where I was and even with the scholarship I earned because of my grades, I still had to work at a part time job. Of course Grams and Pops were more than willing to help, but I only wanted them to be my 'last resort'. Classes were over for the day and when I got back to my dorm room it was late afternoon. I tossed my keys on the table and hung my coat on the hall tree then wandered into the kitchen for a glass of OJ. I heard the soft beep of the answering machine and, juice in hand, walked over and pressed 'play'. There was only one message, but it was an urgent one from Grams: she wanted me to call home as soon as I could. I had never heard Grams voice sound like that before, even when Uncle Stephen died, her brother. She was almost pleading, frantic. When I tried to call her back, all I got was a busy signal. I knew they had call-waiting, so it didn't make sense that the line remained busy. I tried several more times but got the same frustrating signal. Something is wrong. I guess I knew it all along, but just didn't want to admit it. I scooped my keys off the table and snagged my coat on the way out the door. Normally it's almost a three hour drive but I made it in two. Day had filtered into night as I skidded to a stop in the driveway. Running up the steps I sensed something was horribly wrong. The front door was askew, it looked as if it had been ripped off the hinges, hanging precariously. I walked into the house, screaming their names. No answer. As I turned the corner into the living room, every horror I could ever imagine was realized. "No! Grams! Pops!" They were lying on the floor covered in blood, clothes torn, flesh torn, a large stain spreading around them like a crimson halo. I knelt beside them, wanting to touch but repulsed by the obscene condition they were in. Their lifeless eyes were staring back at me as I started to weep, trying to make sense of this madness. I looked around me, cautious, terrified, scanning the room and the threatening shadows. The overhead lights were on and a lamp glowed weakly on the small table where the phone usually rested. The phone was now on the floor, in pieces. I was in shock. "Lilith?" I screamed. I screamed like I have never screamed before. I tried to jump to my feet, intending to run for the door, but I only managed to get tangled in the hem of my coat and fell unceremoniously on my side. I scrambled to my feet again looking to my right at the entry leading to the front door, then to my left at the entry leading to the kitchen and the rest of the house. I was backing up, my head jerking from right to left to right again. Where had the voice come from? Where was he? I backed into the wall and screamed before I realized what I had done. I pressed against it, gaining some small sense of security knowing no one could sneak up behind me. The voice spoke again: "Lilith, I am speaking to you in your mind. You must listen to me carefully, M'lady. You are in grave danger." "I've already called the police, they're on their way," I lied. I couldn't tell where he was. Should I just run for the door? "Lilith," I heard a soft sigh, "I am not responsible for this, child, but the one who is remains watchful and has waited for your return. I have blocked his thoughts from sensing you with a spell but I can not hold him off long. You must listen to me and you must do as I say or your grandparents deaths will have been in vain. I will have failed them and my friends, your parents." My parents? I heard another sigh, "Two things: first, if you think it, I can hear it, Lilith. Second, you have to leave now! I need you to listen to me. I can not protect you when I am so far away. I will come for you and grant you safe passage, but for now, you have to go." I closed my eyes, falling to my knees, wondering if this was madness, if this could be a terrible dream. There was blood on my hands, on my jeans, blood from the two people I loved most in the world. I was in the middle of a gruesome crime scene, probably destroying evidence, and to top it all off, was hearing a very real sounding voice in my head. This was too much to process, beyond my ability to grasp. Oh Grams," I sobbed, burying my head in my blood-smeared hands, "Pops." Why! "I can tell you why, dear girl, but to do so will take valuable time which neither you nor I have. If you do not hasten, do not listen to me, then their blood on your hands is yours and yours alone. You will have failed them, failed your parents and more importantly, failed your kind. Now, either get up and flee or stay where you are, die and know you could have avenged the deaths of many who would have called you, granddaughter, daughter or even...Queen." I don't know what came over me, didn't know I had the courage. I snarled, my voice unlike any I had heard before spoken out loud. "If you are attempting to fool me, I swear on their lives I will have yours, do you hear me? DO YOU HEAR ME?" His voice was tinged with concern, the words echoing in my mind, "You have broken the spell with your anger and words, M'lady. I can cloak you no more, but if you leave right now, I believe you can remain free. If you do so, I will find you and you can claim my life as the prize you desire. I will give it freely in service as long as I know I have saved you. Now, run Lilith, you must flee, now." I stood slowly, looking over at Grams and Pops somehow knowing this would be the last time I would see them or the house I had grown up in. I heard the voice pleading inside my head but I simply didn't listen. I was overwhelmed by grief, and the strange discussion going on in my mind. Turning, I saw a man filling the doorway, his body massive, blocking the way outside. In the dim light he only appeared as a silhouette as a scream stuck in my throat, the grip of absolute terror seemed to physically strangle me. The voice again filled my head but this time, it was not alone: "Well, well...how touching, a family reunion, of sorts." "Tomas, she has harmed no one, she is innocent in this matter. Let her go, I will take her place. You have my word, my pledge to you Milord." Laughter filled my mind along with a searing pain as I fell to my knees, holding my head in my hands. I was right, this was madness. The man in the doorway had a twisted, rictus smile. When he spoke his lips didn't move. His huge, luminous eyes never blinked, never wavered as they bored into mine. "Michael, you fool. Do you not think I know of this ones true potential? It took me years to find the girl but finally her beloved mother told me all, right before I took her life. And now, I have taken the same of these two." He swung an oaken arm, indicating the bodies of my Grandparents. "The bloodline nears an end and now, there remains only one First her father, then the others, now I will claim my prize which is hidden inside her." I jumped up, gaining my feet much better this time, and aimed straight for the door into the kitchen. I could grab a knife, defend myself, maybe break through a window. I made it three strides before the huge man was next to me, a single slap of his hand sending me skidding across the room. I crashed into the curio cabinet, the glass shattered, covering me in sparkling diamonds and razor sharp knives. It was too much. I had seen and heard too much. I fainted. ************************************************************************ "I swear to you Sir, you have no idea what you are doing, the death and destruction that will rain down upon our people. We have lived in peace for generations and you are willing to throw it all away for a single life? She has never known, she was to never know. She is no threat to you, do not do this, I beseech you." The man known as Tomas walked across the room and picked up my unconscious body, throwing it over his shoulder. "She possesses the power I require, Michael and I will have it. Whether she grants it to me willingly or by whatever means necessary, I will be what I have been destined to be from the beginning. I will rule and you will serve me. After all, it's your proper place boy, is it not?" With that his laughter again rang out as he turned, carrying the unconscious figure out into the dark of night. If she would have been awaken, she would have seen his smile, the promise of the fangs which glistened in the moonlight as he carried her to his destination...hell on earth. ************************************************************************ When I awoke it was like finding myself in Dante's worst nightmare. I hung naked from a pair of ancient shackles on the ends of rusty chains that disappeared in the dark above me. My clothing had been torn from my body. I could see the tattered remains lying on the ground around me. My skin shone with sweat, the heat oppressive. Across the chamber from me were dozens of men and women, naked, dirty, all their eyes trained on me. It was hardly a time to be self-conscious- It was a time for terror. I tested the shackles, yanked on them. They held firm. "Help me," I begged, keeping my voice low. None of them moved or even seemed to hear me or understand my plea. Maybe they didn't care. A strange sound filled the air, almost animal like: a hissing which echoed throughout the large chamber. I couldn't tell where the sound issued from. Was it coming from the people? I looked around frantically to see instruments of torture hanging on the cold, stone walls and the promise of pain they might bring. A set of keys seemingly from another time, another place or century on a hook beside them. Suddenly, the room fell instantly silent as he- the man who killed my Grandparents- strode into view and I got my first true look. He was a dashing figure, almost beautiful with his pale features, his long black hair falling well past his shoulders, eyes gray, translucent, his smile humorless, colder than a winter's night. He dressed like he had come from one of the finer haberdasheries, his clothing the finest silks and linens. He stopped directly in front of me taking in the sight of my naked body. "I have waited many lifetimes for this moment and my patience is about to be rewarded. You hold the key to my kingdom girl and I will have it, no matter what it takes. You can tell me and I will make your death quick, painless, or you can force me to use other measures. Either way, I will have what I desire and I will fulfill the prophecy that says our people require someone to lead them. Your father was weak. Our people require a Master and it will be me." I hung there, having no idea what he was talking about when his hand shot out and gripped my throat. I flailed, kicking my legs helplessly. His eyes turned to the color of blood. His humorless smile grew exposing fangs, like a wolf. "What will it be wench?" he asked, "Which do you choose?" My breathing was now labored, my chest heaving with no air passing through my lungs but with the last bit I had I managed to almost whisper, "Go to hell," as I spat, directly into his face. To my surprise, he released his hold, his hands going to his face as I saw smoke rise up. The left side of his face literally began to melt as his eyes burned like fire. His handsome face growing disfigured and with an animal like scream, he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back. His anger overwhelming his ambition as his teeth found their purchase. I had no agony to really compare it to but the bite was savage, sharp, my flesh rendered open as he drank from me. My body twisted in my bonds, eyes rolling back in my head. He sucked at the wound, my screams filling the chamber, the bloodlust within stirring many of those who were watching to find a mate, an orgy of decadent pleasure which mixed with the pain I was feeling. It was only when I finally ceased to move, my screams now only a memory, that he released me. He had drunk his fill. He granted me his 'gift', but it was not to be to his liking. Perhaps he had felt that if he drank from me, he would have his answers. Instead, the taste had been bitter as he fell to his knees, his body rejecting it, as it spewed forth from his mouth. He staggered to his feet, the time for his slumber had drawn near. He steadied himself, his face disfigured, his plan gone awry. He slapped me, my head twisting savagely, the fang marks on my neck starting to bruise, contrasting against my pale skin. He screamed his rage. All those who had massed into their vile orgy scattered like leaves on an autumn wind as he turned and stormed through their midst's. I'm not sure if it was a dream or perhaps a nightmare but as my body began to change, to become more than a mere mortal, I heard a familiar sound. Softly, almost tenderly, "I have not forsaken you M'lady, this I swear. I will find you and I will free you though I fear your life will never be the same. Be strong and know...you are not alone." I hung there, my mind having surrendered control, the flesh devoid of thought. That night Tomas returned, his face showing the damage I had unwittingly inflicted, his once proud visage viciously marred. He was more determined than ever to have the secret hidden inside, no matter the cost. It was like watching everything in slow motion as my eyes swam with blood, my body constantly evolving and he wanted to add yet another ingredient to the concoction. "I want what I require. You will tell me the secret, what it is that possesses you, that makes you who you are. You are insignificant in the grand scheme of things, a mere mortal. Who are you to deny me what is rightfully mine, bitch? If I do not hear your words, I will hear your screams and until I do, this is now your sanctuary and all it offers is pain." He walked behind me, raising his hand, fingernails like talons. I felt the cold, sharp tips touch my neck just above my shoulders and dig in. My cries filled the empty chamber as he ripped his hand down my back all the way to my butt, the pain searing, excruciating. I could hear those awful claws clicking against my ribs and spine as they gouged through my flesh. As quickly as the agony had begun it began to dissipate, as I could feel my body healing itself. Within a minute, my flesh appearing as it had been before. His growl was long, loud as he turned, pulling down an object from the wall, a whip which he cracked, though my body did not react, lost in the feelings which were coursing through it. The first blow exploded across my back and I arched, my cries through the pain coming forth but as before, the long, red angry line disappearing almost as quickly as it had appeared and that only fueled his anger. For hours he abused my body, lash after lash until finally he dropped the whip, his body literally shaking from the exertion. Eventually, my mind had shut down, my body having taken control. If he had not been exhausted, he would have noticed that though there was no blood to be seen pooled beneath my feet, there was something else. My body, in accepting the pain, had brought forth pleasure. He had added in my changing, simply not in the manner he had expected. And so the nights would go: so would my agony. I had screamed before, now I would only moan as his rage, like a fire being stoked, grew in its intensity and his actions. Instrument after instrument was used to inflict more and more pain upon me but where I at one time had voiced my displeasure, now I spoke of my acceptance. Pain and pleasure, the two forever linked for eternity. It was on the fifth night that after our time together had finished did I feel his hands again take purchase in my hair. For those nights where I had felt the touches of pain which now were as much a part of me as my new unknown abilities, there was one final step to insure my transition was permanent. The turning had been even more painful than the objects he had used on me but in the end, pain had become my lover, embracing me and I him. Tomas held a bowl to my lips as I took my first nourishment, food no longer my requirement, but the drink now the bane of my existence. It was thick, cloying, yet I drank greedily from it, the stranger I would never know who had granted me the final piece to my puzzle, insuring that I was now one of them. A vampire. It was nearing the break of dawn when I heard the voice again and I welcomed it, embraced it though my body was trying to drag me down to my rest. In the past I had sensed compassion, caring, but now it sounded weary, tinged with the sound of another's pain. "I -- I am near M'lady, we haven't much time." It was only a few minutes later that the door to the chamber opened, a man coming through, the darkness only allowing me a silhouette, a glimpse. He took the keys from where they hung on the wall, moving behind me, undoing one shackle as I hung from the other, my feet still dangling just off the floor before doing the other, a hiss of pain as I literally fell into his arms. His touch was tender, caring as he carried me from the room, his steps faltering at times but never releasing me as we climbed a flight of stairs, the figure at the door, his neck at an angle, broken. One of Tomas's human followers who had stood guard, did so no more. "We must hurry," the words spoken between gritted teeth as he closed his eyes and within the time it took for a single thought, we were gone from this place. I blinked, our new surroundings quite different from where we had just been. A bedroom, a large four poster bed filling it, sheets of silk, the comforter of velvet, a dark rich purple as he gently lay my body down upon it, the feeling almost sensual as I sighed softly. I saw a shadow in the darkness, his one arm now hanging at his side, the look in his eyes filled with pain as he spoke. "It is dawn and I must rest, you should do the same." He took his other arm, a simple motion, his hand moving fluidly over my face as my eyes closed and I obeyed the simple command. My dreams were vivid, the mixture between a nightmare and the light which beckoned to me. Unaware, that I was different, I was more than a denizen of the night, a fact I was soon to find out. When I awoke, I was unaware that day had turned into night and that the dawn was on the horizon. I looked over to see the man slumped in a chair, my eyes opening wide to see the bloodstained shirt as I went to his side. His eyes were unfocused as I touched his face gently, a weary smile coming to his face as he spoke, "You are safe here girl, no harm shall befall you, I swear." He tried to stand but simply crumbled to the floor as I pulled the shirt off his shoulder, seeing the wound, a gasp escaping my throat. A blade had been used, broken off as it seeped blood, a slow and what it seemed painful death unless it was removed. I tried to pull it but the blood only caused my trembling fingers to slip, the object of his pain refusing to budge. The Rightful Heir His voice was weary beyond his appearance in years as he spoke. "The blade was silver, it is poisoning me but it matters not. I have failed you, my life is little payment for my sins. I pray your forgiveness." "You need help, I'm going to get you help," as I tried to stand but his one good arm took hold of mine, pulling me down. He shook his head slowly, his eyes fighting to stay open, his voice barely a whisper as I heard, "Day has come Lilith, it no longer welcomes you. To step into the light will mean your demise and my life will have been wasted. Night is your only ally now and you will use it to find a safe haven, a refuge and you will go on for you are destined for greatness. I only wish I had been able to tell you more," as his head slumped to his chest and I felt tears threaten to fall. I stood, looking around, seeing his cloak as I rummaged through it, finding money, wadded up bills though there weren't many as I flung open the closet, clothing as if from another time to be seen. A poets shirt which I pulled from its hanger, a pair of leather pants which I donned, using the belt to cinch them tight. I saw a door, and moved to open it. On the other side, a set of stairs leading upwards which I took, remembering his words. When the stairs ended they did so to an exit, my hands shaking as I turned the knob. The door silently opened, the first light of day appearing as I extended a single hand, my eyes closing, wondering what would happen. If my skin would burn, the sun possibly removing me from this existence but all I felt was warmth. A tentative step, and then another until I stood in the light, my body still unharmed, my fingers played through my hair, trying to pull it down and hide the marks which I felt on my neck. I looked to see the building I had been in was an old, abandoned warehouse, but luckily one that had been built within a neighborhood which offered the allure of neon. I stepped toward it. Seeking what? I wasn't quite sure. It was one of those modern day havens An open-all-hours store beckoned and as I stepped inside, I must have been quite a sight. My body and hair had gone unwashed for a week though luckily there was little company: only the single, bored clerk standing by her register as I made my way toward the pharmacy area. I pulled down bandaging, tape, hydrogen peroxide, and though I looked for some sort of scalpel, there was nothing to be found. Looking up, I saw the sign for sporting goods and there I found a knife, the blade looking to be adequate for what my mind seemed to think was required. I also grabbed a pair of fishing pliers, my body moving seemingly on its own, pulling down a pack of disposal lighters unaware that my senses had grown, that I would need them in some way. I had yet another reminder that I was no longer the woman I had been when I caught the scent of the cashier as she moved slowly to assist me, her eyes a bit wary as she took me in. I closed my eyes and I could smell her, I could hear her heartbeat, it was steady but it grew in intensity as she drew closer. Opening my eyes, I could see the fear in hers. It caused my pulse to race, the promise of a fresh offering as I licked my lips for a moment only to shake my head, like a dog trying to remove the water from its fur, trying to hold on to my humanity. I was unsure but I felt an urge, a calling and as she reached for my first item, I took her hand, the fear in her eyes quickly replaced by a calmness as I spoke. "You have nothing to fear from me, I am simply here because I require these items. When I am gone, you will have no memory of me having been here, you will remember nothing is that clear?" Her voice was like a song, speaking softly, "Yes Mistress, it is clear." I heard what she called me but had no idea of the meaning as she took the items, put them in a bag and presented it to me. Her eyes remained calm, yet there was a yearning in them, and it reflected in her voice. "Please Mistress, tell me how I might serve you?" Her eyes begged, her voice pleading as I stood there. It would have been so easy, she had offered me her life, she wanted me to embrace it with my own but I knew in my heart she did so because of my touch. I had only wanted to calm her fears but instead I had implanted a seed, a need to be as I was. Anyway that I looked at it, she had not offered freely, I had spoke for her and I couldn't live with that. "You may serve me girl by doing as I have instructed. Now, you will close your eyes and in one minutes time you will open them and it will be like I was never here. You will obey me, do so now." There wasn't a moments hesitation, her eyes falling shut as I took the bag, running from the store and I didn't stop until I was back at the warehouse. I flew down the steps, finding him still in the same position as I dumped out the contents and went to work. It never dawned on me that I should have done as he had said, to leave and find another path. I couldn't take that step knowing that he had given his life for me. It took sometime for me to prepare, having used the flame from the lighters to sterilize the blade but my patient did not complain. He simply lay there, the normal sign of a chest rising and falling with a breath no longer the comparison I could use. I had to trust in my instinct and they told me, do this or he will die. By the time I was done, his shirt was soaked in the blood but the blade lay on the ground. The wound having been cleaned and dressed as his head hung lifelessly and I had no idea how much time had passed. There was little to do but wait. I'm not sure but I fell asleep sometime and when I awoke it was to a welcome sight. He looked weary but his smile warmed my heart as he spoke softly saying, "You saved me, M'lady. How, how did you do it?" I told him about my journey into the world and his eyes sparked, his look that of a man in shock as it was his turn to shake his head, to try and clear it. He tried to stand but in the end, I had to help as we made our way to the bed and with a sigh he laid down. His voice was warm, his eyes the same as he said, "We have much to discuss, M'lady but we need to take care of a single matter first and it will not be easy. You have to trust me. Will you honor me by doing so?" The confusion must have shown on my face as he said, "Your eyes are turning darker, you have not fed and you must. You are like a newborn. You require more sustenance than one like myself." I shook my head from side to side but he didn't stop. "Lilith, listen to me. You will die. The death will be more painful than any you could imagine in your worst of dreams if you do not partake. I can give you what you require, though with everything in our world, there is a price to be paid." He reached up his hand and stroked my face, his blue eyes taking in mine as he forced a smile saying, "I give this gift freely, it is mine to offer and I know you will not leave me unfulfilled." He gently pulled me down, my mouth finding his neck and my senses took control. I could feel the pulsing of the artery and I was overwhelmed as I bit down, a sigh escaping his lips as I closed my eyes and drank. I would learn later what it meant. The price I would not pay, another would, but for now I needed this; I wanted this. I drank until my body told me enough and when I stopped, I ripped the clothes from my body, another thirst needing to be quenched. His arousal was evident and I wasted no time, straddling him, impaling him in my desire. I screamed as the first orgasm washed over me, waves of passion beyond description. As one ended, the next began and I drank from it as I had from him. Time passing, pleasuring flowing like a rushing river until finally I felt his body tremble and I smiled as he filled me. A second gift which I welcomed as I had the first. I let my head fall to his chest, his one good arm enveloping me as I closed my eyes, drifting, enjoying the moment, sated beyond belief. It was his voice that broke the silence, one tinged with a bit of sadness. "I need to speak dear lady and I fear some of the words shall not find favor with you." I lifted my head, but he turned his away, not letting his eyes fall on mine as I stopped. "Why, why won't you look at me?" He took a deep breath, before he continued. "If I had told you, you would not have done as you did. I will speak but you must make me a promise. You must swear that when you are ready, you will do what is needed, you will leave my sight, if only for a brief while. Do you vow this to me?" I nodded my agreement and he caught the movement, closing his eyes before moving his head slowly. This time when his blue eyes looked into my brown ones, they quickly grew calm, his voice filled with emotion as he spoke, "How may I serve you my Mistress?" My eyes opened wide, though his face showed no emotion, simply a blank canvas as he awaited my words, my command. It was like what had happened in the store yet somehow I sensed there was far more to this, than the one minute I had commanded of her. I tried to calm, to allow my voice to speak freely but it wasn't easy. "What is your name Sir?" "I am Michael, Mistress. I am at your command." I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to think, trying to understand. I had so many questions and perhaps this might be how I would have my answers. He had spoken the truth, I did not find favor in some of the things he was telling me. "By whose order do you serve me, Michael? You will tell me everything." His face showed no emotion, but his words made up for it as I listened carefully. "When you fed from me, you took what was once called among royalty, the 'passion'. I freely gave you my gift and in doing so I also gave you my service, from that moment forth for all eternity. The 'passion' for the most powerful of our kind, feeds you physically, mentally and emotionally. That is why you were overcome with desire, it must now be fed as your body is, both frequently, since you are now evolving." I shivered at the prospect, my body beginning to tingle again. "You say this 'passion' only affects royalty yet it affected me? How is this so?" "The two humans who you grew up with were your protectors. You were born to a vampire and his human consort- your mother. Your father was what we call, a Master Vampire, a ruler of all who have walked this earth for centuries. He was a good man, who kept the peace between all of the various clans which stretch across one continent to the next. You were his daughter, you are his heir. He was killed trying to protect you and your mother, as was I." I looked into his vacant eyes, trying to grasp what I had just heard. His tale shed new light on the darkness I had witnessed. "For generation after generation my family had served your father. I was human, a follower of your fathers when you were born. I was twenty five years of age when I swore my allegiance to him. I believed in the path he sought and when Tomas and his followers stormed your fathers' home, I fought alongside him but to no avail. It was Tomas who made him watch as he turned me, taking my life and leaving me with an unfulfilled promise." Tears filled my eyes as he continued, "Tomas knew of the child, knew you could someday rule, but after he killed your father, your mother was the only link remaining. He took her after he slaughtered the remaining and for years she would not speak. The pain he forced her to endure would have broken many, it did not break her. She was like you, she cursed him with every breath she took until as her years grew long and her time on this earth was short, she could endure no more. She died and she took her last breath with you to carry her to peace. I had watched over you from afar, fearful my presence would arouse his suspicions but when he struck, I had to act." The tears now feel unabated, my voice faltered, "Who...am I?" For a brief moment I saw his eyes falter, as if fighting but the spell was too strong as he replied. "You are Lilith, daughter of Rebecca, child of Alexander and you...are our Queen." I sat in stunned disbelief but somehow I sensed he couldn't have lied if he wanted to. He was sworn to serve. I slowly stood up and walked out the door. I needed some time to think. The door opened to a set of stairs and I climbed a couple, sat down and looked out over the weed-choked parking lot beside the warehouse. I don't know how long I sat there, if it was minutes or hours: time seemed to stand still. I slowly walked back down, stopping at the door, my voice tentative saying, "Michael?" His voice had regained its former timber but it still held a touch of sorrow as he said, "Please enter, M'lady. I was concerned." I opened the door to find him sitting on the side of the bed, his head bowed, his eyes closed. I moved slowly into the room. "May I ask a favor before we begin anew, please?" I nodded, even though he wasn't looking at me. He said, "There is a silk belt, it hangs there," he pointed to the closet. "If you will retrieve it and blindfold me I will tell you all, I swear." I got the belt and tied it around his head. I heard him sigh softly, holding out his hand and I took it gently. He told me all. "If my gaze falls upon you, M'lady, I am besot. When your eyes meet mine, the spell is cast and only you can break it. I am not complaining, I am simply saying, I am your humble servant. One you can freely drink from and appease the passion, though I fear you will need others. Your body demands nourishment and when you feed from me I do weaken. It will take a bit of time for me to regain that which you require." I looked at him in his forced blindness though he seemed to pay it little heed, smiling as he continued, "You are a rare and unique woman, Lilith, for all that I know the only 'daywalker' I have ever encountered. The sunlight for me is like the poison, like the silver blade that almost took my life. When daylight comes, I must slumber for if not, I will wither and blow away like so much dust. To me it proves what I have known from the start. You are the true Queen and the rightful ruler of us all." "Not for long, she isn't." The door had flung open, the wood shattering as Tomas appeared, his hideous face almost sneering as I heard Michael bellow, "Run Lilith, go!" He ripped the blindfold from his face, averting his eyes as he made toward the intruder. I knew in my heart he was no match for the demon, he was already so weak. I had only made him weaker in my thirst and through the 'passion'. Sure enough, as he moved within reach, the dark-haired man used his massive hand to grab him by his injured shoulder and as a cry escaped his lips, he forced him to his knees, the bandage quickly soaking through with his blood. Tomas looked down upon him cruelly saying, "Get used to being on your knees boy, for this is how you will serve your new king." I saw him struggle to rise but it was to no avail, his body finally surrendering as his cries grew louder and I felt my anger rise. I had felt Tomas's bite, his whip, his lash, and I had suffered for it. As I let the rage inside of me build, I watched as he inflicted even more pain down upon one who had given his all for me. One he had never laid eyes on until today, willing to die if that was what it took to save me. And I would not allow that sacrifice. I'm not sure what happened, perhaps I had finally found my rightful place. All I knew was that as I walked slowly over toward the two, I saw my tormentors eyes look up, at first showing triumph and then dare I say, fear. My body glowed with the fire which burned white hot in me. I stopped, taking my hand, allowing it to reach up, to almost tenderly touch his face and without a word, he dropped his hand as Michael collapsed to the ground. I let my hand continue to stroke his disfigured face, a slight smile playing on my lips, seeing how the gray began to fade as I spoke. "I am your Queen Tomas and I require your service. You will grant it to me of your own free will and I in turn will reward you for your actions. This is a gift I give to you in thanks for the path which you have shown me. Do you agree?" The struggle in his eyes was great but I never allowed him a moment, not a second to look away and slowly, oh so slowly, I saw it: his acceptance. "What is your name, Sir?" "I am Tomas, Mistress. I am at your command." "Do you carry a blade Sir, like one that was used on Michael?" He nodded his agreement, pulling a wicked looking knife from his belt and as I held my hand out, he put it gently into it. I smiled, turning the dagger over in my hand, feeling its heft, its weight until I moved in closer, my voice now barely a whisper. "I require your service now, Tomas." "How may I serve you Mistress?" With that, I plunged the knife into him, burying it to the hilt as my voice turned cold. "You may serve me...by dying." I let my hand take his throat, squeezing as the poison of the blade raced through his system and the fire reflecting back at me become a simple flame, then an ember, a spark and then...no more. I turned, seeing the wounded man who had valiantly stood up for me when the cause was lost. I picked him up as if he were a feather, carrying him as he had me, gently to the bed. I placed the blindfold over his eyes, then turned my attention to his newly opened wound. I had almost finished when his head turned slowly, his voice weary, "Are -- are you alright, M'lady?" I let my hand reach out, wanting to calm his mind, to ease his worry and I felt him relax under my touch. "I am, thanks to you my brave man. Now rest, we have much work ahead of us and I need your strength. We will travel and I would hear more from you, about my parents, you and my subjects. Will you honor me in this way my dear Michael?" His voice was warm, filled with the peace I had granted him as I smiled in hearing, "As you wish, so shall it be...my Queen." THE END I would appreciate it if you would take a moment to vote and if you are so inclined to comment on my work. I welcome all feedback, both good and bad as I continue to work at my craft and I thank you in advance. The Rightful Heir Our first night was so hot, my mom decked in her marriage gown and so visibly pregnant, bringing milk to me, I poured the milk on her and licked her and sucked her breasts and her cunt and the whole night we screamed our love for each other, my mom thrusting her nipples into my mouth telling me "SUCK MY NIPPLES, MY HANDSOME HUSBAND, MY STUD SON, SUCK YOUR WIFE, SUCK YOUR MOTHER, DRINK ALL THE MILK THAT YOU MISSED AND MORE, SUCK MY NIPPLES WHILE YOU PUSH YOUR SEXY HARD LONG CUNT INTO YOUR WIFE OF A MOTHER's CUNT" as she rolled her fingers into my hair, both getting dirty!! I bit her nipples hard as she massaged by balls, egging me to fuck her hard "Oh mother, my cute sexy wife, my horny woman, my cunt of a woman, getting fucked by your own son, wanting to have your own son's baby, you sexy sexy lovely darling, your cunt is getting torn by your own son whom you married and made your husband, so you can have your son's cock in your cunt always, I am going to bang your cunt and every hole you have" I screamed as she looked at me pouting her lips. My mom was so aroused, she leaned forward to kiss me and bit my cheeks, as I poured my semen into her wet wet cunt!!! Our child was born 2 months later, my mom, my love, my Rukmini transferred the property to me and I finally became the rightful heir, my loving mother making sure I got what I was always supposed to get including her and her milk she promised!!!!