The Vampire Kings Slave Mate

**These events take place in the past, the morning before the auction

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“I have already told you time and time again, that I do not need a Queen. Having a woman by my side, will not make me stronger,” I growled out at my council, feeling my anger rise. “If anything it will make me weaker, my enemies will have something to target.

“But Nikolai,” One of the Elders said, “You need an heir.”

I could feel my anger rising with every mumbled agreement from the council. I took a deep breath trying to calm myself.

“ I am a vampire, not just any Vampire. I am King of the Vampires. I have been around for a Millennia now, I do not plan on dying anytime soon.” I starred down at my council letting my eyes flash red, as my aura surrounded them, “ Unless one of you is planning on taking me out, and becoming the next King, then I suggest you heed my words right now. I will not be forced to take a Mate by anyone.”

this carnage followed, if anyone dared to speak against me. I turned and walked

the servants. “Bring me a blood slave. One of the elders, one of the ones who’ve signed their end

bowing deeply so

eyes, with a big bust. I felt my cock twitch as I starred at her breast. I almost thought of persuading her to come to my room along with the slave, but as my I felt my fangs against my tongue, I quickly changed my mind. I didn’t want to have to report back to the council about one of the servants dying. I was in a fierce mood after my meeting, and I knew if I fucked the servant I wouldn’t be gentle. A halfbreed like herself, half human, half vampire, wouldn’t be able to take such a brutal fucking. I walked past her down the great hall and into my chambers. I began to pace back and forth as I waited for my meal to be brought to me. The council had really worked me up this time, my

said, reaching out to my second in command through telepathy, ‘When is

not bothering to use my title. He was my best friend, closer to a brother, than my own brother had been. ‘Have you already fed through all

to kill, and I wasn’t ready to take the life of one of the younger slaves. Once my slaves got to a certain age I would normally free them, giving them the paperwork, and a special mark that marked them as free humans. There was only a couple. I kept past that age, usually the woman who chose not to leave. This particular slave was

as she walked over to

her medical diagnosis Martha had gone back to the slave quarters, and signed a document, stating she was ready to die at the hands of a vampire, if one needed the blood, she would willingly be drained. She’d rather die in bliss than

bliss to the human we were drinking from. They gave us blood and we took away their nightmares, even though my kind really was their nightmare. Most vampires drank to kill, I tried to avoid it as much as possible. While I was judge and Jury of the entire Supernatural race, I hated playing executioner. Who was I to determined who lived