Pirate Prince (NSFW)

Short Story: 2,250 words

Krysta looked over her contract again, letting out a sigh. “Now then… A tier four monster, is it. Vampire, working on the high seas, taking out small towns and villages. Nothing I can’t handle.” The paladin furrowed her brow, muttering to herself, “…I should take others, but we’ve been much too busy lately, I can take care of this issue efficiently on my own. No need wasting other resources.”

She was a member of a monster hunting organization, split into various sections. As a member of the Bestial Sect, she had done extensive research on the nature of monsters that target other humanoids for food. She had the benefit of personally interviewing vampires on their urges. Granted, the vampires her organization worked with were not threats and could be considered allies. She didn’t know the extent of the truly dangerous ones, but she did know the danger of something like an Apex. A Tier 1 monster… she didn’t even want to begin to consider the issues that would arise should the organization need to deal with one of those. And the Keep itself had two within its walls. Incredible. She shuddered at the thought of either going rogue, but reminded herself that they were grounded and “perfectly sane”. They were reasonable company, as a matter of fact, though she’d heard from a Knight within the Keep that one of them was rather…insane, to put it lightly. The Blood Commander however was reasonable, though egotistical. Which was just fine. This mission was most definitely not against an Apex.

Krysta wandered toward the shoreline, concentrating for a moment and opening up a communication orb. Being a paladin sorceress, she was attuned to magic, just a dab here and there of course. The orb formed a picture, finally showing Scampers, a little weasel staring at her. There was chittering on the other side before Krysta sighed. “….Listen, I don’t know how long this will take. It could be an hour or a few. But I forgot to water the flowers, I need you to do that for me. Also, let Chitchat know that I need him to take the cookies out of the oven for me. I don’t trust you to do it because you burned your paws last time, he is much better at it. Understand?” She paused, furrowing her brow and snapping, “Don’t take that tone with me, just do what I told you. I need to get to work.” Krysta had the ability to communicate with animals, and perhaps was a princess. Should she be so, of course, she had no idea.

She sighed and waved her hand, dismissing the orb. And that’s when the uneasiness set in. She narrowed her eyes, feeling someone watching her. There was something… off, going on. She clenched her fist, reaching behind her carefully and drawing her sword. Backing up ever so slowly and turning her head, she couldn’t find the source of the staring, and she wasn’t about to call out and question it. That was when she felt her back hit…something. Or rather, someone. She had no time to react as an arm encircled her midsection, holding her in place with an iron grip and refusing to allow her to turn around. She knew instantly that the person holding her like this was her target, as the faint scent of blood hit her nose. She didn’t allow time to chat, merely bunched up her muscles and began to attempt to break free, first trying to use her weight to drop to the ground… which didn’t work… then allowing light to fill her and explode around her, which would hopefully damage her enemy. This didn’t work either, and she proceeded to hear some tsking in her ear.

“D’awww… speaking with your pets before you inevitably fall to me, hm? You’re adorable, and you smell so delicious…” came the voice of her target. She could feel his nose press gently against her hair as he took her scent in. “Floral scent, my, you have excellent hygiene. Very, very appreciated as a prey item. I can’t be getting scurvy on the seas, can I? Hm… not that I am able to as a vampire, but alas, does not mean I can’t give a little joke now and then about it.” Krysta would feel herself being suddenly manhandled, shoved suddenly and then thrown against a tree. Without hesitation the vampire pirate would lunge and pin her there, dragging her up the trunk by the shoulders so that she was forced to stand. Krysta gulped and tried to struggle, but began to realize slowly that everything she did resulted in nothing. She stared the other elf in the eyes, his own glowing red reflecting right back at him. Realization dawned upon her.

“…You are not a tier four at all…” she whispered, her shoulders sagging.

“I believe the tier is… one? To your adorable little group. Amusing how you calculate your ‘monsters’. By your logic, I would need to be taken down by your entire organization and help! D’aww… and where does that leave you, little Krysta. In the clutches of an Apex with no aid! My plan worked so flawlessly, and you fell right into my trap. More delicious than I could have thought… Oh, but I cannot wait to discover what is in store for you,” the pirate hummed in a very dark tone. That meant he’d been tracking her and her organization for a while. He knew their tier system, he knew her name… what else could he know?!

Krysta realized that, at this point, she was as good as dead. She allowed a light frown to form on her face. “…I request that I be put down efficiently and painlessly. I do not assume you will grant me this. However, attempting to question this is better than keeping complete silence.”

The pirate would gently grab her chin, tilting her head upwards to expose her neck. He chuckled softly and sighed into her ear. “…Mmm… d’awww… you’re giving up already…. You are quite intelligent, my little flower. I will not reveal your fate, not right at this moment. No…. first, you be my little plaything.” With that, he leaned down and gave a sharp nip, breaking open her flesh and allowing blood to flow. Krysta felt herself tense, her veins roaring with adrenaline. This caused another low, hungered growl emit from the vampire. “You smell so delicious… adorable, so breakable, I cannot wait to play with you my prey…” He would lunge for her neck, sinking his fangs in deeply and causing her body to suddenly go limp. A certain chemical had been injected into her body, forcing her to pass out rather quickly. The last thing Krysta could hear before blacking out entirely was his soft humming, some sort of tune you’d hear on the open waters, perhaps on a stormy night, trying to lure you in…

Krysta would awaken, her wrists in cuffs and chained to a bedpost. She groaned, listening to the chains clatter against one another. Her eyes widened as she realized that she was entirely naked. Her fiery hair flowed all around her, sparkling in the light like a dim flame as she searched the room with her golden eyes for a sign of… something. That something came in the form of a soft chuckle. Bump…bump…. Bump… heavy footsteps, circling her bed. But he was not close enough to be seen, not yet. Just amused growls and chuckles could be heard every now and then, until suddenly she felt a claw upon her belly, one that traced up to her breast and encircled her nipple, causing her to whimper just slightly. The vampire leaned into her face, his soft breath smelling of the salt of the sea mixed with blood. “My… you do like this, don’t you my little flower?” With that, claws continued to trace along her flesh, describing to her just by touch that her flesh could be rended and ripped mercilessly at any given moment. “Mmm… your scent is so alluring. You were the only one with a scent quite like the one I smell. A garden of flesh and blood. I would not be surprised if your blood was the sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted. I do like me a good sweet drink.” He would lunge for her throat again, his fangs piercing flesh as he does not inject her with the venom, but drinks in extremely strong pulls. Finally, he lets go, glaring down at her.

“I taste the lust in your blood, but must confirm, my dear. What do you desire, hmm? Tell me,” the vampire growled.

Krysta paused, then slowly nodded her head, letting out a soft sigh. “I would like you to penetrate, yes. I feel my body giving in, asking me to be used and tormented. The pain, it feels so pleasant. I had no idea I was a masochist. But here we are. So yes… proceed. Take me.”

He got what he needed. Therefore, he would position his body over her, reaching down and stripping himself of his pants. He was shirtless already, of course. But he could no longer resist temptation, not with that smell of her excitement on the rise. Oh how delicious was the scent.

Krysta whimpered constantly during this event, squirming and moaning. She felt her body grow very warm at the bite, her muscles forced to relax as they lost energy. Suddenly she felt something teasing at her warmth… she could only widen her eyes as she felt him penetrate her, and he was thrusting in deeply only to pull out and do so again mercilessly. He would take her as he drank deeply, his claws making short work of her body and ripping into her flesh now, pouring blood out at a very rapid degree. He let go of her neck before too long, moving on to lapping at the blood from the cuts he had created, paying particular attention to play with her nipple with his tongue in the process. Krysta shuddered, giving into several orgasms, her body under extreme strain and ecstasy before she went entirely limp, on the brink of passing out. That’s when he finished as well, giving into his urges on purpose. He refrained now from continuing the torment, not wanting her to pass out for a very… fun reason. Not yet, anyway, he knew she would be close to giving into the darkness very soon, but he wanted to play first.

He leaped off of her, fading into the shadows and giving several chuckles. He paced around the bed again, every so often leaning in to caress her flesh, planting soft bloody kisses all over and running his claws through her hair, as if treasuring her in this state. Krysta’s eyes were now closed, and every so often a whimper escaped from her lips. “Now that I have your attention, my darling, you understand what your fate is. Here, with me, my plaything, for eternity and forevermore~ Does that not sound wonderful? I can hear your heart racing at the thought, I can smell that adrenaline flowing through your veins. Mmmh… it is delicious.” He casually leaned down and drew his tongue along the outside of her breast where a bleeding cut still remained. “Mmm… aaawwww… look at you, so defenseless before me, it is adorable!” His voice was taunting, set in a very amused purr.

Krysta shivered slightly at the taunting, prompting more with a hushed gasp followed by a whisper. “M-more… taunt me more…”

“Mmm… are you afraid right now, darling? Hm?” He would lean over and plant a kiss upon her lips, tasting her, wanting to press more and more and ignite fear. She gave a muffled gasp but seemed to actually return it. “Your lips taste as good as the rest of you… hmmm…” He would leap into the bed now, grabbing her and pulling her close, undoing the chains of course because he knew that they were not needed any longer. He ran his claws through her hair some more, nuzzling into her neck before drawing his nose gently up from the center of her neck, across her jawline and cheek, right up to her ear. He whispered into it, “You are such a fun, adorable little flower for me to pluck away at. Mmm… this is your place now, under me. You are mine. My little flower, my little blood slave. Ah how I’d been searching for quite some time. Good thing I found you around, hm… say, a year ago.” That sinking realization hit her hard, causing another strained whimper to come from her again. “Oh, I indeed know everything about you, I enjoyed watching just how happy you were, how much you enjoyed life… brought a bit of light to my own. And now… I have you as all mine and can reap every action you do as something that benefits me. How does that sound…”

She actually managed to respond to the question despite her exhaustion. “Yes…wonderful…”

He would bury his face into her hair, wrapping his arms around her and just taking in her scent as she drifted off to sleep. After Krysta did so, he would tend to the wounds, disinfecting them…but not healing them. His work was of permanent scarring all over. Not visible, but he knew Krysta usually had her entire figure covered… which was perfect for his plans of art upon her flesh.