Verdict:

Cleo:

It's three in the morning. I bribed the cell guard and snuck into it with my boys. Live Ra, I will not go to suffer hardships on the damn Cockatoo Island without enjoying the attention of my favorites for one last time.
I thought they would devour me when they saw me, I expected to have a night of hard and unrestricted sex . But my babes have pleasantly surprised me by melting me with kisses and transporting me with the softest caresses. We have made love, rather they have made love to me and I suspect I have been happy for the last time in the eternity that opens before me. I'm lying on the floor, resting my head on João's muscular abdomen, Sebastién and Luca are catching their breath on each side of my body. They don't know, I didn't know it myself, but this forced separation has made me realize how much they mean to me. I love them. It's that easy. Each silently took hold of a piece of my cold, hard heart.

Our previous Mégas knew exactly what he was doing when he punished me the way he did. The others mattered very little to me, losing them was like losing pearls, valuable but replaceable, these three... weren’t so. Losing them plunged me into the darkest mourning.

I had resigned myself to seeing them from afar, when I traveled to their countries and suffering while they continued with their lives.
Now I must face the possibility of losing them completely, I have been denied even the consolation of witnessing the course of their lives.

—We could run away and live together. Where they can't find us, minha mulher.- João proposes.

—There's no place we could hide.- I whisper, brushing his navel with the tip of my tongue.
—We could keep in constant movement, avoid them, amore.- Luca sighs, stroking my back.

—It would be impossible. They would always end up catching us.

—I'll jump off the next building I find!– Sebastian barks. He brushes my hair out of my face, searching for my lips.—Je ne vivrai pas sans toi, mon amour.

Oh it's so...romantic. I narrow my eyes. Sebastién has always been the most sensitive and delicate of the three. I kiss him back, savoring his breath, listening to the frantic beating of his heart. My babes are so... Oh, so... adorable.

— You won’t do such thing mon coeur, I won’t allow you to end your life for my sake. I suspect my compulsion didn't work partly because of your feelings and partly because of mine, however our Mégas has all the appearance of being a rather ruthless man. I'll ask him to use compulsion to forbid you from making any attempts. Being the oldest of us, his ability to mind control far surpasses mine.
— Then that's it, we shall do nothing? - João protests. My Portuguese has always been very impatient.
—Oh yes baby, we will.- I purr seductively closing my lips over his hardening erection.

He sobs and arches his muscular back. I lick him shamelessly, running my mouth over delicious member from root to tip.

— We will make love until dawn. - I offer.
—Je t'aime.- Sebastién whispers, closing his lips over one of my nipples.

—Ti amo.- Luca purrs against my back, taking over my buttocks and hips.

—Eu amo Você. - João moans, while I devour him with my mouth.

I sigh saddened. I never thought that this painful confession would be wrested out me.
— I love you too, babes.

000

Kira:

I wake up slowly. The sun has already risen and ... I suddenly sit up in bed. Damn it, the trial! Oh, Patrick Amíntoros yourevin big trouble! You've melted my brain with sex and taken advantage of my stupor to knock me out of combat.
I jump out of bed, taking a quick bath, wraping myself in the towel and going out. I'm putting on my bra when the door opens.
— You are active very early, kitty. I thought you'd sleep a little longer, after how tired I left you last night...—he comments amused.

—You did it on purpose!- I protest. - Has the trial concluded, what decision have you made? Why have you let me sleep so late?

— Ah. – he gives me sly smile. - and here I was thinking you had woken up because you noticed my absence and missed me. -makes a pout.

I cross my arms over my chest and frown at him.

- Patrick, stop playing games. Answer me, what have you done with the accused?

He laughs and shakes his head.

— Nothing yet tigress. It's barely nine o'clock, the process doesn't start for another hour.
I purse my lips and narrow my eyes. He walks over to me and looks at my half-dressed body. He growls between his teeth.

— I didn't think that after last night you would wake up in such a bad tempter, tigress. It seems that I failed to... lessen your ferocity enough for you to receive me properly this morning.- He wraps his arms around me and takes my neck in his hand. -what happened to "Good morning, my Lord", "How was your morning,my Lord" or even "Kiss me, kiss me, my Lord" hmm?
He traces my cheek with his lips. Theos, I love this in the mornings! I sob with desire, my breathing is ragged. He spreads my legs with one of his knees and reaches for my entrance with two of his fingers. He caresses my clit and draws circles over my entrance. He looks for my mouth and silences my moans while he penetrates me with his fingers. I lift one of my legs up and wrap it around his waist, standing on the tips of my other foot for height. The little bells on my ankle jingle.

I move my hips against his fingers and moan with pleasure. His penetrations are too shallow, he's driving me crazy, I need more.

— More, my Lord, please. Deeper, harder.- I beg.

He kisses my forehead and pulls away, walking away from me in the blink of an eye.

—That's much better, tigress. Now, finish dressing and go down to breakfast. I must a verdict.

000

Damn Aphrodite and damn all the thongs in the world! After leaving me practically climbing the walls with passion, he simply smiled and left. Arrrggg. I'm going to kill him! Or not, I'd better leave him without sex for a week.

Who am I kidding? I wouldn't be able to leave him without sex for a single day. That form of torture would make me suffer more than him. I’m sitting again on the cushion at the foot of the throne where Patrick sits. The room is full of vampires again. It seems that today there are many more than yesterday, I imagine that they come to witness the fall from grace of one of the most powerful of them.
Cleopatra wears black once again, the veil covering part of her face. The defendants are downcast and remarkably silent. The entire room is like a graveyard, it's so quiet.
— After much deliberation and consultation with the other members of the council I have reached a verdict.

A murmur takes over the room.

— All of us present here know the legendary attraction that our oldest vampiress exerts on humans. I'm not here to judge her lifestyle, I'm just saying that while most of us are content with a human lover for a while…—he strokes my hair, look how shameless he is!
—...both she and Vlad have a strange disposition for multiple partners.

The guests at the trial comment among themselves.

— Since the defendants were willing to die, I hope they like the sentence I impose.

— I hereby sentence Cleopatra Theophilia to marriage. With everything it implies.

The guests hold their breath in unison. Looking at each other puzzled.

— She must marry Sebastién Bernard, João Oliveira and Luca Mancini within the pre-established period of a month. She herself will choose the order in which the nuptials will take place and will be ultimately responsible for the behavior of her husbands for the next ten years.

—Given her new...marital status will keep her busy for quite some time, her place on the council will be taken by Hypatia of Alexandria, her second-in-command.I wish the future spouses the best and I hope that the unions are lasting and happy.
— Release the prisoners!

The guard uncuffs them one by one and they run to their beloved's side, surrounding her, Sebastién kisses her, João picks her up and spins her in a circle in the air, and Luca gives her an affectionate spank. They keep her surrounded by the three of them, caressing her constantly.

The guests at the trial laugh and applaud, cheer and even whistle. The noise increases until it becomes practically deafening.

Cleo looks puzzled, the boys are beaming with happiness, and I haven't understood a thing. Do vampires consider marriage a worse punishment than death?
Spiritual Growth:
Patrick:

I am pleased with the solution I found to the issue. My Lord would be proud of me. We are in the dining room of the mansion, my human picks a salad and I make faces at the golden goblet. I dare not use the same as my lord, nor his throne. I'm not that pretentious. Besides, tonight I don't want to toast victory with blood drawn from a bag.

— I didn’t understand a thing,my Lord.- My human whispers. - is marriage a sentence worse than death and more fearsome than facing years in prison? At least for your kind?

I smile.

—That's right,tigress. You see...our species is...complicated. When it comes to uniting, we prefer to do it with mature converts, I mean those who have been converted for more than twenty years. The privilege of immortality is granted to humans as payment for services rendered, we need human servants for certain and determined things, or for love.

— I still don't understand.

— Let me finish, okay? In the specific case of Cleo... I have sentenced her to murder the three men she loves. That will hurt quite a lot. On the other hand she will have to deal with them and their thirst once they wake up. One of ours with a few years of creation is difficult to control, they wake up with an insatiable thirst, which is mitigated over time, around ten years after creation the new convert already controls his cravings quite well. Also, one of our newly awakened only has two predominant drives.

— Which are?
— Feeding and fuckibg, tigress.

She raises her eyebrows and her eyes widen.

— Precisely.

—So...you've sent Cleo to murder her lovers and spend ten to twenty years on their honeymoon...it's really Machiavellian, my Lord.

—I know. It will be difficult for her to control the three of them, but I imagine that she will manage.- I leave my chair and walk around the table, approaching my human.

—Is there anything you want, my Lord ?- he gasps at my proximity. Buddha, if I manage to convince her to be my wife one day, I cannot imagine what to do with her, she is only human and demands three daily orgasms. Just converted she will command I give her twenty. It makes my mouth water.

— Oh, yes tigress. If I want something. — I take her by the waist and raise her to the table, laying her down on the tablecloth - I'm going to get you drunk with champagne, I'm going to wet your breasts and your sex with it, I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name and then I'm going to drink from your delicious neck. How about that? Let's celebrate that things went pretty well today.

— Hmm. Sounds wonderful, my Lord.
—Patrick, call me Patrick. I want to hear you moan my name, kitty.

— Hmm. Patrick