Incest/Taboo Family Secrets - New Orleans

Earlier that day...

"Master?" said a young handsome aid as he stuck his head into the room.

"Yes? What is it Shawn?" asked a shadowy figure as he gazed out the bay windows at the city he had come to love.

"You might want to have a look at this," the aid said stepping into the room. Inserting the USB jump drive into the flat screen that hung on the wall.

"What's this about Shawn? Why should I care about the happenings of mortals?"

"Oh, I think you will want to see this, before you make up your mind," the aid said looking back at his master.

"Fetch my daughter...now!" the man barked in genuine surprise as his eyes stared at the image of a man he had come to know.

"Yes, you sent for me father?" a slender, snow-white haired maiden glided into the room.

"Isn't he the one you...?!" he said pointing at the tv.

` "I knew it," her blood red lips whispered. "We must find him!" she said looking at her father with urgency in her eyes.

"I know, that's why I already have my people looking into it."

"Good, tell them to bring any information to me," she said walking to the door. It had to be her that greeted that man. She always knew she was meant for something as the memories of her teachers flashed in her mind. She always felt her goddess was directing her flow of fate.

"Nimue?!" the man's cold steel voice stopping her as the door inched open.

"Yes father?" Nimue asked her slivery eye quivered knowing she couldn't fail.

"Be careful we don't know if this is a good sign or not."

"I know father," Nimue said somberly.

Later that night...

Charlotte glanced up watching Samuel watching them as she painted the runes onto Marie's arm. Her chanting was a wisp on the wind as she eyed Kelly's lips. She knew her niece to know that they were in sync with one another. The back of her hand lifted Marie's auburn locks, her index finger dabbed the palm of her left hand. Painting runes down Marie's spine, going slow to ensure not an error was made.

"Are you prepared?" Kelly asked glancing at her brother as she walked around Marie. Peering at him wondering if that cock of his was rising as he watched on.

"To protect my family, yes," Marie nodded. Slyly glancing at Samuel, wondering why he was still clothed. All three turned as a bell resounded out, shaking off the distraction she needed to be focused.

"Charlotte?!" Joan whispered through the door. "may I please enter?" she said asking for permission to enter into the spell.

"You may," Charlotte said calling back.

"I'm sorry but this weird envelope was outside the gate," Joan said handing Samuel the letter.

Samuel felt uneasy as he saw his full given name in deep red ink on reproduction seventeenth century paper. Feeling equally freaked out by the very gothic-style stamped wax seal, sealing the envelope as he turned it over in his hand. One part of him dreaded opening it knowing nothing good came from such things, while another part felt that familiar pull and knew he couldn't ignore it. His aunt reached out smiling warmly at him as she squeezed his upper arm gently as she passed him.

"Charlotte, Kelly may I join with your ritual," Joan said she too wanted to protect her new home.

"Of course," Charlotte nodded welcoming her sister into the circle. Trying not to let her mind wander as Samuel read what appeared to her as an invitation. Keeping her worry down as he looked towards the clock.

"I..."

"Have to go," Kelly said feeling her goddess at work.

"I'm sorry," Samuel said looking between the two.

"Samuel, it's fine we understand it has something to do with what else she wants you to do while here," Charlotte said seeing him nod, "all I ask is that you be careful."

"I understand," Samuel said knowing how dangerous it will be on his own.

"If it's you or them, always choose them and unleash everything you have Sam," Kelly said she wasn't about to lose him.

"Oh, I think everyone will know that," Samuel said reaching for the doorknob. Pulling out his phone typing the address into google maps walking hurriedly down the hall. His eyes glancing at the time and how long it would take to get there. Praying it wasn't who he thought it was as he neared the front door.

"If I get eaten, I'm haunting Hekatê," Samuel muttered as he stared up at the gothic nightclub sign. His eyes darted around, a chill crawled up his neck feeling their eyes on him as his car door closed. Looking at the darkening sky, his mind running through spells he could use against them at night should it come to that. Finding it weird to find the bass thumping at the hour of twilight. Mentally smacking himself in the forehead at the blacked out windows. The legend about them could be wrong for all he knew. "They might run it twenty-four-seven," he said to himself as he saw two bouncers took up positions at the door. Then his eyes caught a flash of a shimmer, red arcing electricity crawled up his skin as he uncurled his fingers.

"To be able to sense me if not see me...?!" Nimue said appearing before him. Her blood-red lips curved into a smile at how well he hid his shock. Running her tongue over her fang, as her silver eyes studied the man, her dreams flashing in the forefront of her mind remembering what they were all about. "Please have no fear of us, we know about the voodoo woman. We take your safety very seriously," she said gesturing towards the nightclub. Wondering if he knew she practically stood nude in front of him, yet due to the slightly darker shade of the pale white dress.

No one could ever tell unless one were to stare intently at her womanly body. "I'm Nimue Asher," she said delicately shaking Samuel's hand, "and you are Samuel Goodall, the Herald of our Holiness," closing the distance between the two. "So have no fear, we would never harm you," Nimue said the scent of his magic-infused blood filled her nostrils. The beat of his blood as it pumped through his veins hammered in her ears. "I'm sure your wondering why we are speaking?" she asked looping her right arm around his left. Her fingers trace down his arm softly brushing her hip against his. "And how I know who you are," Nimue said slyly glancing at him. "My people were like your people. We served the same goddess just in different manners," she said brushing her right breast against Samuel's arm wondering if he felt her skin.

"O-okay," Samuel said having to steel his emotions. Keeping his magic at the ready should he come to face with some less savory vampires. "Tell me, how is it that you know who I am?" he asked as they breached the threshold of the club.

"Because Seipowe spoke to me," Nimue said in reverence as she looked towards the ceiling, "I'll discuss the rest in a private setting later. Please indulge me the chance to greet her right hand," she said with a seductive smile.

Samuel stealthily eyed how the bouncers left Nimue's side. Noticing how they simply blended into the crowd. To how the crowd parted as she led him into the heart of the club. Looking around at all those happy smiling faces that he knew were only masks. Everything in him whispered for him to run, to take flight from the club. Shaking off the thought knowing it wasn't his voice. He knew this was going to happen. They were the masters of the seductive whisper. He needed to fortify himself and fast. Quickly reciting three spells. Feeling that strange flow that came along with the red electricity that he's been producing lately. He couldn't say if that was a bad thing or not, yet as Samuel really took stock of his situation. He knew it was going to cost him if he had to escape.

"You and I serve the same being, Samuel Goodall," Nimue said leading him towards the area they had made over their two week hunt for the man. Gently pushing Samuel down into the seat that was only one of two chairs that was in that sectioned off area. "We call her Seipowe, goddess of the eternal, it was she that granted our people's humble wish," she said her fingertips running along his jaw as she closed the left-hand curtain as she walked around him. She wanted Samuel's eyes solely on her.

It had to be her to show her people that the time and skill to train her for her service to Seipowe had not been wasted. "Two weeks Seipowe spoke to me as I performed my duty to her. At first it was simple images, then bits and pieces began to get through, yet I wasn't strong enough to hold onto the message. But I honed my mind and...well I begun to paint you," Nimue said closing the right curtain. "This face," she said coming to stand in front of Samuel. Bending down, slowly reaching out, wondering if he took the hint as her eyes glanced down . The light casting her long shadow over Samuel. "This face, that did things to me in my sleep. Showed me things that awaited you and I," Nimue whispered her lips a hairs breath away from his. "Do you wish to know what our goddess tasks of me?" she said gazing into those magic-infused eyes of his. Smirking when she caught his eyes dipping low.

"Actually yeah," Samuel said appearing to be slow. He knew what this ploy was about, and what he suspected what was about to take place. He remembered reading something about vampires in that journal he found.

"She came to me, her magic filling me, touching...me," Nimue purred her fingers dancing down her heavenly valley, "telling me I would be the one."

"The one what?" Samuel asked taking a dry swallow seeing that red haze in her silver eyes. Feeling Nimue's magic swelling in her body.

"The one that ushers the oracle into the world," Nimue said as the house lights turned off. Three bright white lights shone down upon her as she stood on the dance stage. That large predatory crowd stood with their backs to Nimue so not to interfere with her spell. She knew she had to start the spell even if the pregnancy was foretold. Even if Samuel wasn't one of them the Aimo Avgo had to be performed as was the way for all vampires that were trying to conceive a child. Her silvery eyes flashed as the harpsichord began to play over the speakers. Her hips began to shake as the tips of her fingers danced up her left arm. "Your lips shine like Paris." Nimue ran her tongue along her upper lip as the strobe lights kicked on. Smiling seductively as she saw his eyes widening as the light haloed against her body. "Mon amour a toi toujours Mon chérie." Her hips led the way as she begun the dance. It was something all vampires did to begin the first part of the Aimo Avgo spell.

"But your tears bring a little London for me. Berlin can never be so cold as you reach." Her hands reached out, her fingers beckoning to him to show Samuel she was the one. The one that could handle the responsibility of being the mother of the oracle. "Baby would you dance with me to the night." Lifting her arms over her head, clapping her hands twice as she danced in a circular pattern. "Into the serious moonlight." Her snow-white hair floated in the air as she poured her seductive powers into the dance. "Brighter than the stars above you shine? And the loving feels alright." Her hands weaved above her, slowly lowering her chin, the tips of her fangs came into view as she smiled at Samuel.

Her fingers running along her eyebrow ridge and her upper cheek bones drawing his gaze to her argentite gaze. Hoping he could see how her blood magic was filling her iris'. Knowing that she could and would be able to feed his need given what they had learned about them. "Give me the moment that the world won't need." They had known two centuries ago of when Samuel's distant relatives arrived in the city and when they joined that hoodoo branch. The events of a hundred and fifty years ago would have been the event that brought the oracle into the world. Yet now not only was he going to bring about that glorious event, he was also going to repay for the sins of his ancestors. To gift her people with a new life that had been stolen so long ago.

"Ce soir. Tu es à moi. Ma chérie." Thrusting her arms out to him as she bent forward. The lights went low as she called to his magic. Willing it to rise from its slumber to fill the club in its presence. Her arms jerked to the rhythm as she continued on with the spell. "But your fears ain't no strangers for me." Red mist swirled around her hands as she rose. Her body swaying to the music, weaving her magic with his. Her eyes glanced around at the small orbs of light that floated in the air all around them. Noticing how not one of her people moved, knowing what those orbs truly were. Her silver eyes centered on Samuel as she tried to steel her quivering body as Samuel's magic arced off of his body. If the music had been any lower, she was sure that it would sound like electricity popping in the air.

"Morning can never be as cold as you leave." Her bare foot eased down onto the step as her hands rose over her hips. Blood-red roses sprung from the floor boards as she took another step, then another, allowing those glowing eyes of his to view her body to his hearts content. Spinning on her heel as she entered the entrance to that little area for them. Shaking her ass making sure the light was shining through the material, so he could see how taut her pale white ass was. Squatting down plucking one of the flowers, praying that Samuel would accept the gift. If he did than the first half of the spell would be complete, yet if he didn't then they would have to hunt for another one like her to fulfil Seipowe's will.

"I present this gift to you," Nimue said lowering herself to the floor. In her hands rested that blood stained flower. It's thorns razor sharp eager to drink it's fill of those foolish enough to handle it. In her eyes his body seemed to be on fire as his magic cloaked him in a azure light.

"You might want to close your eyes," Samuel warned before those bits of magic sought out his body.

Shutting her eyes quickly, through her eyelids she could faintly see the outline of his body as that small area was flooded in the magical light that radiated off of his body. Her heart stilled as she felt the touch of his fingers against her palm. Listening intently for any signs that the thorns had plucked his skin. Peering through her eyelashes as Samuel brought the rose to his lips. Containing her gasp as she watched how the petals began to disintegrate. Looking behind her as the others followed suit. Staring in awe as those blood-red bits of light swirled around Samuel's body before slowly fading away as they sank into his skin. Her lip trembled knowing she had succeeded in ensuring that she would be the one.

"Thank you, for accepting my gift," Nimue said her head bowed, her hands ran down his thighs. Trying to keep her blood tears from falling at the realization of what was to come next. Two weeks to show him and Seipowe that she was worthy to carry this child.

"Hey," Samuel said softly, reaching out gently touching Nimue's left shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, I am now," Nimue said her silver eyes quivering in joy as she looked at him. Taking the napkin from the small table dabbing her eyes to soak up her blood. Her hand slipped into his as he offered his hand helping her to stand. "It feels my heart to know that you accepted me as your wife," she said in a pleasure filled sigh.

"Wait! What?!"

"Surely you had to have known this is what was going to happen?" Nimue asked waving for her people to return the club back to it's normal activity. Turning her chair slightly so she could peer at him.

"Actually no," Samuel said scratching his head. Silently muttering to Hekatê that a heads up would have been helpful. "But knowing Hekatê she's probably laughing at me," he said in a sigh hanging his head.

"I see," Nimue said sitting back in her chair. Pondering on how she was going to fill him in. "Well," she began to say feeling how her blood rushed to her cheeks painting them in a bright red hue, "you must understand when one of our kind wishes to have a child. We must perform the Aimo Avgo given to us by Seipowe. Where sometimes the children born are like me," gesturing to the lack of pigment in her skin and hair, "who's sole duty is to ensure that we heed Seipowe's will and enforce her laws on our people. We also marry for life...well for a century or two," Nimue said quickly looking down as those eyes of his studied her face. Praying that he found her attractive enough.

"Now as to why I know who you are, Seipowe or Hekatê as you call her told me of you. Of how you practice your own form of magic, and how your line is almost gone," she said, her fingers ran along the table's surface before coming to rest over his hands as she leaned forward. "I get that, I can't fathom what that is like for you. Know this, I shall never keep you away from them. I would never deprive the right hand of the need he has," Nimue said gently squeezing his hands. "I promise over the next two weeks I'll show and teach you everything about us. So that you will feel at home here," she said smiling sweetly.

"So...," Samuel said clearing his throat unsure if it was wise to ask a vampire if her labia were pink or not. So he went with something a little less risky. "Are you like an albino or something?"

"In a way, but it's more of a sign that we have been chosen as future blood priest or priestess," Nimue said her thumbs brushing along the back of his hands. "Every vampire here and around the world can use blood magic to a degree. Some are better than others, while some aren't born with much of it at all. Then there are people like me hand picked by Seipowe herself," she said taking pride in herself. "Who study the art for years and years, twisting the blood to heed our will at a thought," Nimue said feeling her body growing thirsty, and she didn't want to nibble on Samuel just yet. Snapping her fingers getting one of the attendants to bring them some refreshments. "Now I hope I don't have to tell you to keep your visits here to yourself, now do I?" she asked a mischievous light played across her eyes.

"Who would believe me anyway," Samuel said shrugging his shoulders.

"Well, given how that author wrote about us in those damn books and two movies. We've been seeing more of your kind searching for us. I'm used to hiding from pitchforks and torches just not humans that wish to feel our kiss," Nimue said flashing him a seductive smirk.

A curious thought popped into his mind. If her magic worked in tandem with his. Would the spell he had been experimenting with, work on Nimue? He felt how similar their magic was to one another. So he knew she was speaking the truth about them serving the same goddess. Then again, all magic came from Hekatê he just never thought about manipulating people's blood. Turning his left hand over, his eyes watching her body as his middle finger ran along the palm of her right hand. His eyes watched hers as she quickly glanced down. Her left hand held on to the edge of the table, her grip crushed the wood fibers as the table's top began to crumble in her hand. Adding a tad more power to the spell a smirk graced his lips as Nimue released a whimper as her back arched. Listening to her haggard breathing, his eyes focusing on those hard white buds that pressed against the translucent fabric. Quickly sliding away as the table broke in half, the look Nimue was giving him chilled his blood.

"What...was that?!" Nimue asked huffing as the remains of the table fell to the floor. The power she felt was so overwhelming. She had to catch herself from cumming the first time, yet she couldn't stop it when he added more to her body.

"Umm...," Samuel chuckled unsure on how he could get himself out of this mess. He wasn't about to get nibbled on by the undead. "I was just curious if my magic would have any effect on you since...," his voice trailed off as his nose caught a strange scent in the air that he wouldn't have suspected coming from one of the undead.

"Is your magic always that intense?" Nimue asked kicking the remains out of that little booth telling one of her guards to bring in another.

"I wouldn't know," Samuel said shrugging his shoulders, "it feels the same whenever I use it." Praying that he be going home without bite marks.

"Then please, don't use that on me again. I don't want to hurt you," Nimue said glancing at the ruined table.

"I kind of got that," Samuel said trying to lighten the mood.

"If you excuse me, I need to freshen up," Nimue said trying to keep her composer as she rose. Biting the inside of her cheek praying that Samuel couldn't see how unsteady her legs were. Hoping the dress she was wearing wouldn't get wet from her own juices. Priest and priestess like her mainly were virgins in the human sense. With her kind there was numerous other ways to bring about an orgasm within them without resorting to vaginal penetration or masturbation. So she wasn't ignorant of what an orgasm felt like just never one that strong before. "Guard him until I return," Nimue ordered as she looked to the two men that stood at the entrance of that secluded booth.

"Yes ma'am," they said with a nod. Nimue moved silently through the club, watching those humans that came to them. Offering themselves, giving their bodies wholeheartedly to them. Watching how the newborns and the turned failed to enjoy the seduction before the meal. Then to the masters as they teased, caressed, whispered sweet nothings into their ears before they realize they had taken a drink. Those of her kind knew she was on a mission, so they didn't bar her way unlike the human males that thought the club was that of one operated by another human. Those that didn't get snatched away by whichever vampire that had taken a liking to them, were tossed aside by the clubs bouncers. The hinges of the ladies bathroom door squeaked as Nimue entered.

"Fuck!" Nimue hissed as she ran a paper towel over her throbbing lips. Her razor sharp nails dragged along the counter of the sink as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Her snow-white hair cascaded down around her as she fought to stay upright. Huffing loudly from the unsuspecting orgasm, tossing her head back, her fangs descended gleaming in the light as she tried to draw breath into her dead lungs.

"My, Nimue, I've never seen you so flustered before," said a raven hair beauty as she entered the bathroom.

"Well," Nimue chuckled tossing away the towel into the waste bin, "you haven't met the right hand of our lady yet," she said seeing her chest flushed as she straightened out her dress. Ensuring that the material hadn't been compromised. It was one thing walking around in the nude when she knew no one could actually view her body an entirely different thing when her soaked gown would show everything.

"He's that unique?" the woman asked with a skeptical look.

"In more ways than one Pandora," Nimue said checking to see if her lipstick hadn't been marred. "I'm sure if he wanted to, he could take most of us out with a wave of his hand."

"But...he isn't right?" Pandora asked crossing her arms.

"As of now no," Nimue said looking over at her sister, "he and I have work that must be done for the will of Seipowe."

"I see," Pandora said her heels echoing off the tiles as she approached her sister. "Well, I guess when the time is right, you'll be showing him everything?" she asked straightening out her sister's long white hair.

"In time," Nimue nodded.

"Did he...?" Pandora asked wiggling her nose looking down Nimue's body.

"Touch me no, well not down there if that's what you're asking," Nimue said blushing hard, "he has some sort of spell. That makes a woman cum unexpectedly two, well three times actually."

"Oh? Does he now? You wouldn't mind if you allowed your sister to feel this spell, now would you?" Pandora asked wondering if he could get her sister to cum at a slight touch. What would happen if that spell had maintained contact for a longer period of time?

"That's up to him, sister," Nimue said walking towards the door.

"Father wants to know how is it going," Pandora said as Nimue reached for the door handle.

"Tell him the Herald has accepted the gift," Nimue said smiling at her sister's widening eyes. "In two weeks' time the oracle shall be conceived," she said as the door closed.

"I hope I haven't kept you waiting," Nimue said smiling sweetly at him watching as he set his glass down.

"No," Samuel said plainly, "now..."

"Oh I know! You wish to learn more about us, yes?" Nimue asked walking hurriedly over to her seat when it appeared to her, he was getting ready to say goodbye. "Or is it me you are interested in knowing better," she purred seductively batting her eyelashes at him as she reached for the stem of her wine glass.

"Is that actually you know...?" Samuel asked pointing to the glass.

"Blood? Not entirely," Nimue said swirling the blood spiked wine. Lifting the glass to her nose inhaling the scents that were infused into the wine. "Why do you ask?" she asked crossing her legs noticing how wet she still was. Next time they meet she knew she was going to wear panties and non-see-through clothes.

"Just wondering what is real and what is not about you," Samuel said his eyes quickly glancing to the left as he caught sight of a tail. Wondering why Arcita was there, and what did Hekatê want now? "So you couldn't inform me of this before I left. You had to spring this child on me?" he spoke in his mind to the goddess he served.

"Oh? But didn't you see your face, it was adorable!" Hekatê said speaking directly into his mind. Samuel kept himself from rolling his eyes at the laughter going on inside his head. "I can't wait! But do go on and entertain that pretty young (well not so young compared to you), woman."

"Samuel? Is something wrong?" Nimue asked taking hold of his right hand. Her middle finger resting over his pulse, the magic in his blood burned against her skin.

"What? Oh sorry, Seipowe and I were just speaking," Samuel said thinking it was better for him to address Hekatê by the name Nimue called her.

"Oh?!" Nimue said her eyes lighting up. "Do the two of you...speak often?"

"Somewhat," Samuel said vaguely.

"Ah, she has sworn you to some kind of pack," Nimue said nodding in understanding, "fear not I shall never make you break your oath," she said setting down her wine glass. "So tell me," Nimue said wrapping her hands around his prayerful hands, "what do two powerful beings sit around talking about?"

"Spells mainly, as in the long forgotten ones," Samuel said with deathly undertones.

"Oh? Why fight using spells practically everyone knows," Nimue said a red flash raced across her eyes, "when that foolish woman and her little cult decides to take on the man that is her right hand in this world," she said in reverie. "Why fight with spells that can be easily countered when you can use magic like the kind that surrounds that place," Nimue said hinting at the golem that now protected his relatives home. "I take it this isn't the first time you used your magic to kill?" she asked knowing what that look meant.

"You are correct, this won't be the first time," Samuel said slowly slipping his hands out of hers. Only to feel a sudden jerk of Nimue's tight grip.

"Please tell me," Nimue said sweetly her breast swaying as she leaned over the table, her hard nipples brushing pass the table's surface.

"Sure, why not? You probably be able to understand why and how I felt afterwards, given what you are," Samuel said gesturing to her nature that was partaking in the shadows.

"True."

"I guess I need to start when my mother was dying from cancer. How it tore at me because I couldn't ease her pain," Samuel said looking down remembering all those late and sleepless nights he stayed by her side.

"You poor dear," Nimue cooed tilting his chin up, "I know it hurts but please continue," she said lovingly.

"Then after her death I distanced myself from my family due to what they were doing. I didn't learn the truth about a lot of things until two months ago. When Hekatê showed me the past in a dream of who truly was behind my mother's death. How I just wanted to burn them all to ash," Samuel growled his eyes glowed menacingly. "So I began to plot, to grow close to them so when the time came, I could strike within the heart of the sickness that had come to pollute my hometown. First to go was Norman how he thought he could lie to me, pleaded with me to spare his life. I left that man screaming as the flames consumed him. Then came the time to deal with the coven as ordered by her. So again I planned, combing through texts to deliver the much needed punishment for their vile deeds. Then I found the perfect spell to bring Eva and Beth to their knees." Nimue loved seeing that look in Samuel's eyes. Pleased that he wasn't weak to dish out the punishment that whomever those people were deserved.

"And just how did you bring about the punishment our Holiness asked of you?" Nimue asked pleased to know that he followed her will. She didn't know how this would have worked if he took his responsibilities lightly.

"Mana burn," Samuel said in a cold matter-of-fact voice.

"Ah," Nimue nodded knowing that was probably the best way to punish those that had earned Seipowe's wrath.

"So you know of it?" Samuel asked with a perplexed look.

"Of course," Nimue said with a stout nod, "it's one of our means of punishing those that sin against Seipowe."

"I...see," Samuel said feeling a weight lifting off of his chest.

"Please continue," Nimue said smiling warmly. Seeing how his gaze had changed, praying that she was winning his trust.

"However, in order for mana burn to work in them I had to amplify their own magics. I created a parasite that would do such a thing. Do I regret watching them die? No. Do I regret the words I said? Again no. I do regret not being able to stop them beforehand."

"Protecting ones family should never bring one regret," said a cold emotionless steely voice. "Forgive the intrusion daughter," he said his icy stare ran down Samuel's body sizing up the man.

"Father! What are you doing here?!" Nimue asked jumping to her feet.

"I wanted to meet this man," he said gesturing at Samuel, "should I not know the man my daughter is to be wed to?" he asked arching an eyebrow. "Should I not know if this man, this right hand of Seipowe would bring harm to my people?" His eyes flickered over to Samuel as his legs pushed his chair further behind him as he got to his feet.

"Samuel Goodall," he said holding out his hand. "I'm not here to bring trouble to your house or whatever you call a group of vampires," Samuel said trying not to be creeped out by the man's smile. "I wasn't expecting to be interacting with you in the first place. For all I know what Ines told me could all have been embellished over the years."

"I am Aarrin Asher, the master of this house and ruler of this city's vampires," he said trying to keep his shock from his face as he felt Samuel's magic burning against his skin.

"You didn't say you were the daughter of your people's ruler," Samuel whispered behind him.

"Father wasn't supposed to be here," Nimue said shooting her father a pointed look.

"I did ask for forgiveness Nimue," Aarrin said looking at his daughter, "I would not be performing my duties as your father and leader of our people if I didn't see this man for myself."

"I can understand that," Samuel said drawing Aarrin's attention back to him. "Your people probably has been persecuted more so than mine has been. It's only wise to view someone like me with caution."

"I'm pleased to hear that you understand where I am coming from," Aarrin said bowing his head and releasing his hold on Samuel's hand. "I have no wish to bring dishonor to Seipowe's Herald. Yet a man in my position can't be so trusting to strangers no matter if Seipowe has spoken of your arrival."

"Well...you have seen him," Nimue said making a shooing motion with her hands.

"Yes...please forgive my rude intrusion. I hope to speak with you again, this voodoo woman interests me," Aarrin said before turning on his heel departing as stealthily as he had arrived.

"I must apologize for my father...," Nimue began to say only to watch Samuel waving off her statement.

"Don't be, it's not a bad thing that your father is looking out for you," Samuel said looking back at her.

Bringing her right hand up, her chin pressing against the heel of her hand, her fingers hiding her smile, her head bowed as her cheeks heated. Nimue liked seeing this sweet side of him along with the killer she had seen in his eyes. She wondered what else she was going to discover over the years.

"Then please," Nimue said waving back to his seat, "may we continue our discussion?"

"Sure."

"Wait!" Nimue said reaching out taking hold of his wrist. "Maybe you'll care to dance?" she asked moving closer to him.

"O-okay..." As soon as the word left his lips Nimue pulled Samuel behind her onto the dance floor. Instinctively the crowd opened the floor to her as Nimue took command of the center of the stage. Samuel looked around when once again all eyes were turned away from them. His muscles tensed as Nimue pressed her body against his, namely how her ass felt against his groin. While he wasn't the best dancer in the world, he did send his sister a silent thank you for her attempts to teach him.

"Samuel," Nimue cooed reaching up pressing her hand gently against the back of his head. His cheek brushing against her right cheek. Her breath hot in his ear as she spoke. "It's okay not being able to dance well, just be here with me," she said reaching behind her. Her hands covering his bringing them up and around her body. Gently swaying her hips, feeling the heat of his skin as she ran the palms of his hands up her stomach. "Feel me," Nimue whispered lasciviously. Keeping the fact she felt something growing against her ass as she pressed his hands against her breasts. Something no man has ever felt in her very, very long life. Her fangs dragged along her lower lip as Samuel playfully teased her orbs. A soft sensuous moan escaped her lips as Samuel teased her nipples as he cradled her breasts. Her hands resting on his thighs, her fingers feathering out, rolling her hips against that growing rod around her ass. "I hope you enjoy the feel of my body Samuel," Nimue said quickly turning around, her hands resting on his pectoral muscles. Feeling her cheeks rapidly heating as he cupped her ass. "I want us to get along with one another, don't you?" she asked rubbing her dancefloor along his harden cock.

"Hey, who am I to toss away a offer from a woman," Samuel said wondering how far he could take this. Then again, he knew if he crossed that line the rest of her kind would be on him faster than he could cast a single spell.

"Even if I'm a vampire?" Nimue whispered as her nose traced up his neck. Her tongue darted out dancing along his carotid artery.

"Hey, I'm a witch, who am I to judge?" Samuel asked shrugging his shoulders. "You happen to feed on blood, while I feed on sex. Who's to say those things are evil or not."

"You're very sweet, aren't you?' Nimue asked. Her lips itching to taste his. Only to sigh into her chest as someone coughed behind her.

"Forgive me for intruding sister, but mother would like for you to perform the ritual for tonight's service," Pandora said as she stood on the edge of the ring.

"Holy shit that's her sister! Those things are huge!" Samuel said to himself trying not to stare at Nimue's sister's breasts.

"Mother must know I'm busy at the moment," Nimue huffed in annoyance.

"She knows," Pandora nodded, "that is why she wants you to open up tonight's service. She thinks that since Seipowe hand picked you for this wonderous event that it would only make it all that more holy. Fear not, I shall see that he is safely seen home," she said as Nimue looked back at Samuel.

"Very well," Nimue said trying not to sigh, "it seems we must end our night here Samuel. I do thank you again for accepting my gift," she said before placing a soft lingering kiss on his lips. "Hopefully, we can see each other soon," Nimue whispered as she pulled away. Once she had stepped away from him her honor guard surrounded her. Waving to Samuel as she looked back before the crowd blocked his sight.

"Please may I have the keys to your car," Pandora said holding out her hand as she stepped up to him.

"Why?"

"We, I mean my father would like for our men to drive you home, should Labo make a move on you we wouldn't want you in danger. That is why my father and I would like to have our men escort you while you are in our care," Pandora said in a polite tone. "I understand you have met my father. Then you should know he takes his responsibility very serious."

"I understand," Samuel said with a nod. Fishing his keys from his pocket if they wanted to drive him home, who was he to say no? Watching how she spoke into her shirt sleeve, then to how she gripped his upper arm and then to the men that surrounded them in a flash.

"Relax. I'm Pandora by the way. As someone in your position, given who and what you are. We will defend you with our lives if we have to," Pandora said glancing out of the corner of her eye. Seeing how Samuel was trying not to peer at her EE cup breasts as they bounced with every step. "I take it you like my breasts," she whispered lustfully into his ear as they walked across the club. "Would you like to touch them? Would you like to bury that adorable face of yours into them?" A predatory smile spread across her lips at his small quick nod. "I'll let you if you agree to use that spell on me like you did with my sister."

"Really?" Samuel mouthed.

"Mmmhmm," Pandora said allowing his arm to brush against the side of her right breast. "I and I know many of our people wish to know what the right hand of Seipowe's magic feels like. It's not every day you get the opportunity to meet the chosen of our Holiness. If fondling my breasts allows me to experience that then I'm willing to endure it," she teased. "Plus after three hundred years they do look great, don't they?" Samuel could only nod. He didn't want them to think he was a mumbling idiot. "I've forgotten when the last time I let a mortal touch my breasts," Pandora said tilting her head to the side.

"It was in 1945 when the war was finally over, and you allowed that sailor to cop a feel before you drank him dry," said the woman to Samuel's right.

"Has it been that long?!"

"Well, it was big news at the time. I bet your wondering how they feel aren't you?" she asked nudging Samuel's right arm.

"I think every guy here is, even them," Samuel said nodding to the male guards.

"Herald, whatever am I to do?!" Pandora cooed snuggling up to Samuel. "I'm surrounded by men that want to touch my...boobs," she said. Her seduction magic seeped out making Samuel's eyes focus on her ruby hued lips as she spoke the last word. Making him view how supple, how firm, how soft her lips were. "My I haven't seen that shade of red in a very long time," Pandora giggled, "you lost your virginity not to long ago I take it. It's okay, you don't have to say," she whispered into his ear. "I already know you did. Your blood still carries some lingering scent of your innocence. The power your blood must wield," Pandora purred dragging her fangs along his skin as they waited for the guards to give the all clear sign as they waited at the entrance. Wondering if her sister would grant her the chance to feel what he could do.

She wasn't about to cross her sister nor Seipowe. No one was that stupid to take from the priest of Seipowe especially when that object was her Herald. Even if she was that curious, she also knew the man next to her could render her to ash if he so chose to and there wasn't a thing, she could do to stop him. "I bet your curious to know what it's like to fuck a female vampire, aren't you?" Pandora asked in a low whisper, "would you like to stick that cock into my pussy? I'd let you, you know. We all serve the same goddess. I'd be honored to know I brought her right hand some comfort from his duties to her," she said her hand slowly reaching down to tease his cock. Only to snatch it away when she heard the sound of her men approaching.​