Holly, Vampire Princess

It had taken three years for the Queen to gather the forces to take down the Imposter, or the Dark King as he was once known. Now you’ve spent the last two years living in luxury as the Princess to all monsters. The Queen had kept her word, but after her victory the tower remained in the human world, just with a new ruler sitting upon the throne. That might’ve bothered you, if you were still human that is.

You roll over in bed snuggling up against the woman in your bed. Betty was one of the Imposter’s many wives. You took her as a trophy after the Queen’s forces conquered the tower. Betty was a stunning ancient Egyptian. Her name isn’t actually Betty, it was Neferbeter or Betanetamon or something or the other, honestly you never bothered to learn it. It was too much of a mouth full so you dubbed her Betty and called it a day.

The bronzed beauty rolls over in your arms, bringing herself face to face with you. You hold back a laugh when you see the piece of cloth wrapped around her head as a gag. “Are you sorry for what you said?” you ask her. She eagerly nods. You smile, “Well maybe after breakfast I can give you a task to prove your repentance.” Her eagerness seems to wane slightly.

As if they could hear you, one of your servants brings in a cart. He pulls a bowl of blueberries out placing them on the table. Thanks to the Imposter’s magic, Betty was a perfect pet for a vampire. The Imposter only cared to keep his wives young and beautiful, but you appreciated the added benefit of Betty healing faster and therefore becoming a quickly replenished bloodbag.

You slip a finger into Betty’s choker, guiding her out of bed. You give her bare ass a smack, causing her to jump as she makes her way to the table. You sit across from her and reach across the table to pull the cloth gag from her mouth. She works her jaw, taking advantage of her mouth being free. You push the bowl of blueberries across to her. She eyes them carefully, you had learnt her distaste for the fruit a while back so you’ve used them as a punishment ever since.

The egyptian babe starts her meal, knowing better than to voice her opinion. “Blueberries? Has Betty been a bad girl?” you turn to see Sarah standing in the doorway of your room.

“She has, she spoke ill of the Queen. And now she hasn’t properly greeted the Duchess of Amazon,” you shoot a glance at Betty. She quickly stands and rushes to Sarah, brushing her hair to the side leaving her neck bare.

Sarah pushes her thumb into Betty’s mouth and pulls her head upright. “I already ate,” Sarah says before pushing your trophy aside. After the fall of the Imposter, Sarah was named Duchess of Amazon. She rules over what used to be known as South America.

“Tell you what, Betty. To show your deepest regrets, I need you to go downtown and blow 50 goblins. And as proof, I’ll need their signatures,” you toss a marker to her, “anywhere on your body will do.”

“Yes, Princess,” she says meekly before leaving the room without a stitch of clothing.

“So what did she say bad about the Queen?” Sarah asks, taking Betty’s seat at the table. “Can’t be too bad if she’s still around.”

“Get this, I was talking about how beautiful the Queen’s raven hair is, and the human had the audacity to say she prefers blondes,” you tell your close friend.

Sarah lets out a hearty laugh, “You idiot, she wasn’t speaking ill of the Queen. She was trying to compliment the blonde she personally serves.” Sarah reaches across the table grabbing a lock of your hair.

“Oh, that makes sense,” you say watching the blonde lock of hair fall back out of view. “Oh well, it’s not like a few goblin cocks will hurt her.” The two of you laugh as your egyptian human makes her way downtown.