King Consort
Summary: ‘Queen of the Damned’ esq, Terry’s disciplined restraint awakens a queen of the damned. Maha, daughter of Akasha, is awoken on a half moon night when the sun kisses the moon in the light of day. After surviving the bloodshed and corruption of Shelby Springs without shedding the blood he wanted to, Terry finds himself under the gaze of a goddess whose thirst for balance in all things can suddenly only be quenched by his company. How did he get here? Does he ever really wanna leave?
A/N: I know I’m late ah and Halloween is over. Been having trouble getting the words out for this one. Part 2 hopefully dropping in the next 24-48hrs.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, this part is preparation for nastiness I’m not done creating
Vampires knew the story of Akasha and Enkil, the first of the vampires, but no one knew of their most precious jewel, their daughter. Maha, the daughter that only showed herself in the night long before her parents were cursed had grown up a beautiful wildflower who kept to herself in the palace gardens of Kemet. Usually found with whatever scroll her father and soldiers brought back from their journeys. That hadn’t changed when her mother insisted she join them as creatures of the night. Hell, she already operated like a vampire as a human, why not capture her unappreciated beauty forever? Despite her mother’s convincing dreams of ruling the world as a family, Maha hadn’t awoken from her death with the same kind of thirst as her parents.
She survived through the ages at first on the blood of animals, but she’d known from the moment she turned that nothing would quite satisfy her thirst. That was until her first lover. A Zulu warrior who had been the general for 20 years, drafted into the army as a boy. The end of his committment to the throne had left him with a burning desire that was not as easy to surpress with nowhere to direct his thirst. To uphold the honor in which he had always approached women in the past, he walked out of his home village and never returned, too afraid that he wouldn’t always be able to restrain himself. Many wondered of his disappearance, but no one knew he’d found himself in the arms of the hidden wildflower of myth that only bloomed at night.
Though she had been looking for a king, it took no time for Maha to convince him to be her consort. He’d satisfied her thirst for a century with the beast between his legs that was powered by the beast that lived in his mind but it hadn’t been enough. The beast wasn’t true and when he’d finally fucked out all of his pent up sexual frustrations, the lure of eternity as a vampire went with it. He’d made love to her for the first and last time until sunrise and having never drank from Maha, burned away at first light. It had left Maha alone to wander the Earth alone again with nothing but scrolls to keep her company. Soon enough that wasn’t enough to keep her thirst for life satisfied, and so she slept. And slept…
Until she woke to the most devine smell of a man who was restrained in every way. It lured her from her Brazilian crypt and brought her all the way to bayous of the new world. America they called it now. She watched the man she learned was named Terry from the moment his monster reared its ugly head. The death of his cousin had awoken exactly the kind of beast she’d been missing in life, but somehow he kept his monster hiding behind those constantly changing eyes. She was suddenly starved for a meal that only one man could prepare. That man.
Even when he had plenty of opportunity to rip these dirty colonizing bastards apart he held an iron grip on his restraint and it made her parched in a way she never felt before. She’d craved sex before yes, but nothing like this. She wanted this man to eat her alive, spit her back out, and slurp her up again. Maha was enraptured by this creature and she wanted to see how much of that bike stamina transferred to the bedroom. She wanted to taste the passion he held in his human body and keep it for herself and as he rode his bike out of town for the last time she knew she’d do anything to get it.
As Terry went to sleep in the woods that night he dreamt of a voluptuous woman draped in transparent cloth and gold that seemed to be from a different time, helping him release the chains of restraint he had taken a lifetime to master. He’d bruised her, bloodied her, and fucked her like he wasn’t a man at all and she took everything he gave, welcomed it, and met his every action with her own monster. The man had no idea how he ended up here, between the legs of a goddess, but he never wanted to leave. Just as he came harder than ever before she bared her teeth to him and drank from the juncture where his manhood met his thigh.
Maha watched as he awoke suddenly, just barely making it far enough into the treeline to be able to witness him processing what she’d shown him in his dreams. Although Terry was frustrated to be waking up with the hardest boner he’s had in months, it pleased her to see him walk to the nearby stream, strip and dip the entirety of himself into the cold of the water. No matter how long he stayed in or started shivering, nothing was going to cool off the burning desire this goddess had lit ablaze within him though. He’d gotten out and made himself nut three times before he gave up and got back to moving. It pleased her even more when he repeated his actions the following two nights more frustrated and wild than the day before when she kept his dreams full of promises and sated her thirst with his life forces, both cum and blood. Not only did he sate her thirst, it felt as if he had restarted her heart, filling her with more than a desire to quench all of her thirsts. She felt so alive and now that she was back to full strength she went out to prepare for her new lover.
Meanwhile Terry had become desperate for a release that he didn’t know how to seek out. It didn’t matter though because Maha had renovated her estate in South America, updated it to please the needs of this time while keeping her original aesthetic. Drinking from him thrice allowed Maha the privilege of calling the man to her for the weeks that it took his human legs to get him there. If he had been an ordinary human her call would’ve drove him crazy, starving him of the rational thought needed to take care of himself, but that beast helped him to listen to the subconscious directions while keeping his conscious mind in tact. Unlike other boys that had showed up at her doorstep too malnutritioned to feed her, Terry had arrived in just as good of shape as she’d left him, if not better. If she didn’t know any better, the beast in him had physically manifested in the time she left him to stew in the desire she created.
He didn’t know why his drifting mind had brought him to this old home that sat alone in the forests of Guatemala, but when he knocked like he was demanding entrance into hell, Terry somehow knew this was where he belonged. It felt like a home for demons as well as his restrained self and although that had terrified the fuck out of him, being left to live without whatever this was a lot scarier.
Maha opened the door, leaned on it, and said, “Hello handsome, I’ve been waiting many millenia for you.”
Terry stood there taking in the goddess that had been haunting his dreams ever since he left Silver Springs. His whole journey here, somehow he knew that she was real, but now that he was here, all Terry could say, growling, was, “you.”
