Raphael sighed as he left the room of his current screaming toy. Humans… they weren’t even amusing for short periods of time… The human was already begging for his cock, begging for his fang. They were so easily manipulated to his whims… there was no challenge, no beauty in a human. This is why he was so eager for his wolf pet. She would be a challenge. A woman who he could relish breaking and reforming into the perfect vampire.
Sure her wolf nature would be a damper to her vampire powers but she would be eternally bound to him if he had his way which clearly didn’t involve Isabel. For all that Isabel boasted she was quite stupid in the art of war. She was like a toddler who threw a tantrum over a toy. Predictable, weak…. He had no desire for her war games or her motives. He was in it solely for the wolf and Isabel or not he will take her.
He looked at the pictures his informant had given him. His wolf was quite the beauty but he frowned upon her choice of clothes. Pretty dresses mostly in hues of blue…probably to please that idiot king she lived with. To think he hadn’t turned her yet just showed how inept he was. That king was weak, too human for his own good and it fell to Raphael to show him the error of his ways.
He licked his fangs as he imagined turning the wolf… giving the king a front seat view of his lover forever gone to him. The mere thought of her begging for her life gave him a hard on. However as he looked through the pictures he found the note from his informant.
“tiger in the midst… very meddlesome.. has taken Roxanne. Will probably interfere with master’s plans. Tiger bedding king’s youngest, also former lover of master’s pet. Please send instruction”
Raphael growled. The idiot boy king he could deal with but the tiger… last he heard this tiger was one of Isabel’s many fuck toys. If the tiger had already double crossed Isabel, and granted who wouldn’t she was so dense, then chances are the tiger would also meddle with his plans. He would have to keep the tiger busy….
He smirked. The tiger, according to info had already bedded both of Compton’s progenies. A bad bad tiger raiding the pantry like that, but that made him weak. A way to distract both Compton and the tiger…perhaps using the same things they valued. Distract them enough so he could turn his pet then unleash her unto the world…
He looked at the last two pictures, pictures of Compton’s progenies. They weren’t bad looking, perhaps Raphael may savor them as well for kicks and giggles. But for all the security in the world they were not far from his reach. A plan forming in his head as he sat down and picked up a glass of still warm fresh human blood. Yes… a plan to keep the king and the tiger busy… and if Isabel benefited then so be it.
Sure her wolf nature would be a damper to her vampire powers but she would be eternally bound to him if he had his way which clearly didn’t involve Isabel. For all that Isabel boasted she was quite stupid in the art of war. She was like a toddler who threw a tantrum over a toy. Predictable, weak…. He had no desire for her war games or her motives. He was in it solely for the wolf and Isabel or not he will take her.
He looked at the pictures his informant had given him. His wolf was quite the beauty but he frowned upon her choice of clothes. Pretty dresses mostly in hues of blue…probably to please that idiot king she lived with. To think he hadn’t turned her yet just showed how inept he was. That king was weak, too human for his own good and it fell to Raphael to show him the error of his ways.
He licked his fangs as he imagined turning the wolf… giving the king a front seat view of his lover forever gone to him. The mere thought of her begging for her life gave him a hard on. However as he looked through the pictures he found the note from his informant.
“tiger in the midst… very meddlesome.. has taken Roxanne. Will probably interfere with master’s plans. Tiger bedding king’s youngest, also former lover of master’s pet. Please send instruction”
Raphael growled. The idiot boy king he could deal with but the tiger… last he heard this tiger was one of Isabel’s many fuck toys. If the tiger had already double crossed Isabel, and granted who wouldn’t she was so dense, then chances are the tiger would also meddle with his plans. He would have to keep the tiger busy….
He smirked. The tiger, according to info had already bedded both of Compton’s progenies. A bad bad tiger raiding the pantry like that, but that made him weak. A way to distract both Compton and the tiger…perhaps using the same things they valued. Distract them enough so he could turn his pet then unleash her unto the world…
He looked at the last two pictures, pictures of Compton’s progenies. They weren’t bad looking, perhaps Raphael may savor them as well for kicks and giggles. But for all the security in the world they were not far from his reach. A plan forming in his head as he sat down and picked up a glass of still warm fresh human blood. Yes… a plan to keep the king and the tiger busy… and if Isabel benefited then so be it.
