The Lady In His Dreams

LUCIEN REMUS’S CASTLE

LUCIEN’S POV

Lucien’s grunts could be heard from afar, even outside the walls of the room he was in, as he fucked the maid he had brought with him earlier ruthlessly.

His dick plunging into her tight vagina, a hand on her neck, as he squeezed tightly, he pumped without stopping, riding himself to maximum orgasm, not caring if the pliant virgin under him was in pain, or if she even achieved satisfaction from the strenuous sexual exercise he was putting them through.

“Fuck!” He groaned out loud, riding her thighs in waves, his head looking straight at the ceiling, as he continued to pump in her.

It didn’t take him minutes or seconds rather for him to be done, and eyes shut, he half yelled incomprehensible words, as he spurted his dead seed deep in her womb, and then he went limp.

Luckily for the young lady, whose painful sobs echoed around the room, his vampiric yearn for blood taste, was out of sight, because Lord knows that after fucking her, he would have unleashed his fangs, and gotten a good taste of her blood, adding to her agony, and satisfying his content.

“Get out!” He roared, disentangling himself from her, and pushing the young lady to one side of the large king sized bed.

“I said get out!” He roared again, this time dragging the blankets away from her body, and kicking her with his heavy legs to the curb.

Falling to the floor, he watched as the maid whimpered, and scampered with a limp out of the room.

He saw the blood stains in between her thing ha, and his chest exhaled on some kind of victory, and even though his pupils dilated, turning purple at the sight of the only liquid that kept him alive, Lucien tamped down the beast in him, and as soon as she closed the door behind him, he exhaled in relief and contentment.

Glancing around his enormously decorated room, Lucien started to rise up, with the blankets around his waist shielding his stark nakedness, but then he heard some noise and he stopped dead in his tracks.

Someone was coming to his room.

Even from afar, he could hear the reverberation and loud sound of his grandfather’s metallic walking aid, as it clanked with the tiled floors of the corridor, and hearing some murmur which stopped as quickly as it sounded, the door to his bedchambers burst open, and in walked his the agilic old man.

With his walking stick aiding him which were held tightly with his crooked fingers, the delicately fragile looking man, stopped just at the entrance, his eyes washing over Lucien from head to toe, and he let out a huge sigh.

Lucien let out his own sigh too, albeit sarcastically because he knew what his grandfather was going to let out, and his guess was accurately correct.

Silence descending like a blanket in the cold room, as expected the conversation began with a question, bursting out from his grandfather’s lips, “When would you stop manhandling your servants?”

Lucien smirked, the blankets dropping down from his waist, and not caring that he was standing with no clothes on in front of the old man, he proceeded to pick up his diamond encrusted robe which was by a couch close to him, and throwing it on his large frame, he made a u-turn facing his grandfather, whose face was slightly bent away, probably shielding his naked eyes, from Lucien’s adept nudity and stare of undress.

“I don’t know.” He replied after some time, shrugging his shoulders, and acting nonchalant.

“No woman seemed to have caught your fancy, so you can settle down and stop jumping from one lady to another?” Another question came forth yet again, and Lucien replied with a loud chuckle.

It sounded funny even in his ears.

Settling down, with just one woman? It just seemed almost impossible for him.

When there were dozens of tight pussies to fuck around? Endless streams of virgins and whores for him to have his pick, both inside and outside his castle, and he would just lay low and be dedicated to one woman.

Na! The concept sounded unrealistic even to his ears.

Moreover, he had no hopes of continuing the Remus’s bloodline, because he had already tagged himself as an impotent creature.

He never pulled out, he slept with his women bare and raw, and not for once had there been any report of his seed conceiving.

But then… No woman, or perhaps there was a woman.

These days, she was more frequent in his dreams.

The blonde haired beauty, who he always saw in his dreams dancing in the forest, and playing with another lady, but his focus was always on her.

He had seen her last night, the night before and Lucien was sure that he would see her tonight again too, he just didn’t know.

“Lucien eh…” His grandfather called out to him, and he looked up, shaking his head discarding the straying thoughts.

“You are not saying anything in response to what I just asked? Any lady, or maiden who might have caught your fancy?”

“No! Maybe when I finally lay my eyes on that beauty, the one I see in my dreams, maybe then would I settle for once.” He blurted out, his brows folded whimsically, as he let out a chuckle.

There was an abrupt silence, and he watched the old man raise his walking aid up, his fragile face skin wrinkling and Lucien knew that he was working up some questions.

“You are still seeing her in your dreams?”

“Yes I am.” Lucien responded with a sigh, his hands pleating behind him, as he shook of a lock of hair that had fallen in front of his face and then he added, “I don’t know why she’s frequenting my dreams these days. She keeps plaguing me, and every time I try to walk towards her, she vanishes into thin her. Her and her companion, no where to be found, and I…”

“You what son?”

“I don’t know, I just don’t know what to do. I already sent some guards maybe, I’ve called my art master to get me a portrait of her, but still yet.”

“Where do you see her? What is she doing when you see her?” The old man asked, walking forward and Lucien’s brows quirked further in curiosity as to why the old man was asking such questions.

He was not one to try and disobey him though, and with a sigh yet again, he replied, “Sometimes she’s in a garden filled with wilted flowers, sometimes she’s standing in front of a well, pulling something heavy from it, and most times she’s in the forest dancing, stretching her hands out in my direction, like she’s calling out to me, but when I get there poof… she’s gone. Damn! I hate this.”

“She’s been frequent these days too right, in your dreams?”

“Yes sir, I’ve said that countless times.” Lucien answered frustratingly, his jaw ticking as he walked towards his table, and picking up the opened wine bottle in his hands, he placed it in his mouth and took a long swig of the bitter liquid.

“Arghhh…” He half growled, his wolfish nature appearing a bit.

“This just means one thing.” His grandfather said from behind, clanging his stock on the marbled floor.

“What is that?” Lucian asked, intrigued knowing the old man was rarely wrong in his assumptions.

“She’s close by, or you both would meet soon. Her spirit is calling out to you, and it could only mean that she’s coming to you.”

This time, Lucien scoffed not believing a word that sprouted out from the man’s lips.

Such a mystery, unbelievable as it seemed but how was this lady close by like he claimed?

One, the castle was a hidden one, and was only accessed by… He didn’t even want to think about this right now, as the topic was already becoming sour and vile in his head.

“I don’t want to talk about this lady, whomever she is, and I want you to know that I don’t believe she’s close by or whatever you are saying. I’ve seen her in my dreams in the past 10 years, and I have watched her blossom from a chubby kid to a beautiful teenager, and now just because she plagues dream, that doesn’t mean she’s close. For all we know, she doesn’t even know me.”

“Son…” His grandfather interrupted but he raised his hands up in silence, stopping the old man from rambling further, “The conversation is over. I’m sure something else brought you to my chambers.”

Swiveling around, dropping the bottle in his hands on the table, he gave out a stoic look waiting for any further talks, that didn’t involve talks about the mysterious lady in his dreams.

“Yes…” The old man said, clearing his throat and continued, “It’s about the journey to Keanu Clan. When would you be embarking on it, like we discussed some days ago. I need to make arrangements with the guards, and the servants. What would also be you basis of discussion with him.”

Lucien was surely not expecting this, and he was kind of reluctant to speak up.

After the news of Adolph Caesar’s arrival, his enemy and rival, he was already making up plans to strike and attack the pack, razing everywhere down, but his grandfather and sister had suggested some kind of alternate plan for him.

He was to go on a spy meeting to the pack, take in the situation and how fortified the castle and pack was, before striking.

While he would be doing his watch outs, he would also engage in some kind of unruly conversation with Adolph or whatever his babe was, and at that reminder Lucien gritted his teeth.

Damn he hated that being, and he loathed him with so much disgust.

The last thing he wanted to do was talk to a man, seated on the throne that rightfully belonged to him, but he was tamping down his anger, and after so much persuasion from Catherine alone, he had decided to face him.

Talk to him, check for any sign of weakness, and play with his mind.

Oh the latter was going to be simple, because he would use his witch blood, and casting some spells he would have the motherfucker struck in awe.

On the contrary too, Lucien couldn’t wait to see his adversary.

He was curious to know how he looked.

Was he husky, handsome, strong, or some old, hairy figure lacking in looks and the like.

Shrugging his shoulders and walking to his gold coated wardrobe, opening the crystal shield he said with a smirk, his back turned to the old man, “The journey is not until two or three weeks time. As for what I would discuss with him, that should be between me and him innit?”

“Son…”

He was ultimately done with this conversation, and undressing standing in stark nudity, Lucien said nothing again, even as the old man kept on giving some reasons he was not even listening too.

He already had his plans mapped out in his head, and nobody not even his grandfather or sister could stop him or change his mind.

“Are you listening Lucien.”

“Oh pa, you can suit yourself. I already know what to do, and I’m not changing it.” With that said, he grabbed a nearby towel from the couch, and bowing respectfully to the old man, a smirk on his face, Lucien muttered, “Have a good day pa.”