The Resplendent Fortress - Part 3

Part 3

The captivating sight of Saint Theresia kneeing down while taking a man's cock into her mouth right outside the royal bedchamber was enough to spellbound the remaining guards who eagerly crowded around the saint with impure intentions. "Ah, come to me my gallant knights!" she said, beaconing them onwards like a succubus. "Conquer this naughty mouth with your stalwart swords!

As soon as they were close enough, Leandra reached out, grasped the proffered cocks and began to masterfully jerk them off. One of the soldiers grabbed a handful of her glossy hair before wrapping it around his cock. He groaned with satisfaction as he dirtied the pristine golden tendrils with his sticky liquid. The delicate strands were softer than the finest silk and each individual line helped to form a blonde latticework of lustrous hair that felt like the loving carcasses of a harem of goddesses.

Leandra could tell that her talents were well appreciated judging from the gleeful moans surrounding her so she increased her strokes until the soldiers were putty in her hands. The twitching obstruction inside her throat began to spasm as copious amounts of white seed flooded her sucking tunnel. Leandra sputtered and choked as she struggled to swallow down every last drop as her stomach was almost filled up to the brim.

The now flaccid penis slipped out of her glistening mouth. The other guards, unable to hold out any longer baptised the holy saint in copious amounts of sticky sperm. Leandra flinched as her face was covered with ropey strings of pungent cum. The sight of this paragon of virtue licking creamy sperm from her glazed lips caused the guards to stiffen once again. Their hungry gazes wanted more but unfortunately for them, Leandra planned no further indulgences. The playful facade vanished.

With all her victims close at hand, Leandra unleashed her scissors. Each fingertip was a death sentence as the assassin lashed out with midnight black slashes of energy. Each one was razor sharp and crackled silently on the air. It only took a single flicker of movement and the hallway was suddenly transformed into a slaughtering ground. There was no cries nor screams of pain, only the spraying of arterial blood. Every set of vocal cords had been accurately cut with pinpoint precision.

Leandra piled up the bleeding bodies in one of the marble alcoves. The formerly spotless floor was now covered with bloodstains but there was nothing that Leandra could do about that so she pressed on and opened the heavy obsidian doors which was a herculean effort for a single pair of hands. Inside was a richly decorated bedroom complete with varnished furniture that had been polished to an almost mirror sheen.

"Who is that?" inquired a haughty sounding aristocrat. "I trust you have a very good reason for disturbing me during my private time? Father will not be happy, to that I swear."

The princess sounded quite annoyed as she huddled underneath her satin bedsheets. Leandra stepped around a smirking rocking horse as she approached the side of the luxuriously frilly bed which was much too large for a single occupant. Stuffed toys were strewn randomly at the end of the bed which suggested a spoiled personality.

"It is I, Saint Theresia your majesty. I bring you pressing news of the ongoing conflict."

"Oh? I don't care about any of that nonsense. Be a good girl and summon my maids, will you? I have more important matters to attend to."

Leandra's boots were slick with blood and squelched wetly into the carpet with every single step. She was almost upon the arrogant princess when Helena pulled the covers back and sniffed the air with obvious distaste.

"By the gods, what is that appalling smell?" Helena didn't even bother to hide her total disgust as she glowered at the saint. "You're covered in blood, you filthy barbarian! And what is all that white stuff covering your body? For heavens sake woman, take a bath before entering my chambers."

Leandra fixed the princess with her piecing, crimson eyes. The river of blood had sparked her excitement and now the vampire's eternal apatite wouldn't rest until it was satisfied with fresh and more importantly, live prey. Her sharp fangs slowly revealed themselves and glinted menacingly in the low lighting.

Princess Helena looked positively terrified like a cornered fox moments before it was torn asunder by savage hounds. "W-what are y-you doing? No, stay back! I'm s-sorry, please forgive me!"

Leandra ignored her pathetic pleas for mercy. Her panties dampened at the thought of sampling such a rare, exquisite bounty. Royalty weren't referred to as blue bloods for nothing and were quite the delicacy among vampires. Leandra paused as Helena's posture suddenly changed into that of a seasoned killer.

Leandra instantly recognized that stance as belonging to her former teacher, a particularly nasty piece of work known as Josephine Vilinesh who took great delight in training the guild's new, often unwilling recruits with her excessively brutal methods. Her mouth twisted into an arrogant sneer as she spoke a controlling phrase that set Leandra's mind ablaze.

"So nice to see you again, my sweet little Leandra," Josephine said, her whimsical words more closely representing the cold blooded snake that Leandra remembered. "You did well to make it this far, well, I suppose that's to be expected considering you're one of my most prized students."

Josephine watched with amusement as Leandra writhed around the floor in total agony. The nightmare felt like someone stabbing poisoned needles into her exposed psychic. It was the most painful sensation she had ever experienced.

"I was so displeased to learn that my little sparrow hawk had developed a will of her own and fled the nest. The guild was most displeased as was I considering that the peerless Josephine Vilinesh suddenly had a blemish in her otherwise flawless reputation."

She spat bitterly before kicking the saint with all the strength the dainty little princess could muster. Leandra grunted and clutched at her side, her pain receptors amplified to superhuman levels. Josephine grabbed a handful of blonde hair and dragged Leandra up before throwing her across the bed. Her fingertips flickered with purple light and Saint Theresia's lower clothing exploded into ribbons.

Josephine smiled and admired her handiwork. Not a single cut from her scissors marked those quivering mounds. Not many assassins could manage such a feat. She grabbed a handful of those creamy bare buttocks and enjoyed the intoxicating feeling of total dominance.

"I can be quite possessive of my sweet, little girls. You were so young and unspoiled by the world, barely a hundred years old by the time I came across you."

Josephine gave a gentle slap, her fingers lightly brushing against those exposed ass cheeks. Leandra screamed as white hot torment shot through her system like wildfire. Even the briefest touch was enough to send her spiralling down into a world of torment.

"And look at you now, caked in the bodily fluids of mere mortals. A stupid, pitiful girl who forgets her place in the world. I was so sure that I crushed your pointless aspirations under my iron heel along with all the others." She shrugged. "Well, no matter. Let me remind you what happens when you disobey the guild, my sweet Leandra."

Josephine's palm stuck against smooth, unprotected flesh. Fresh cries of pain burst forth from between Leandra's trembling lips with every single strike. Saint Theresia's gleaming crown toppled from her golden curls, it's sparkling jewels smashing against the carpeted flooring.. Even though only a frail princess battered against her rear, to Leandra each sharp slap felt like a debilitating lash from a cat and ninetales.

"Disgusting," Josephine mocked as she wiped a sticky, cum stained hand against the extravagant sheets. Leandra's swollen ass had been practically smacked clean by the vigorous pummelling and now looked an angry shade of red. Sweaty droplets of glistening sweat scattered about in all directions as she was mercilessly thrashed like a naughty youngling. Leandra began to babble incoherently as her mind descended into sheer delirium to escape the excruciating suffering.

When it became clear that her torture was having a diminishing effect, Josephine reluctantly stayed her hand. Granting Leandra the smell mercy of allowing her to pass out wasn't a very enjoyable outcome. Josephine intended to enjoy every single moment of torment stretched out into hours if possible. She had certainly kept her victims alive for longer.

Snarling angrily, Josephine beat the shuddering Leandra until she cumsily turned around to witness whatever further delights her cruel teacher had in store for her. "I have full discretion in this matter, my sweet little sparrow hawk. The guild entrusted me to enact your punishment and I intend to carry out my duty to the best of my imagination. In fact, I took a little trip down into the royal archive before laying in wait for you."

She pulled a single piece of parchment out from under the soiled bed sheets. The browning material was flaking with age as Josephine carefully unwrapped it before dangling it triumphantly in front of Leandra's vacant, listless eyes. Upon the parchment was a fading portrait of a young girl and her family. A snapshot of time captured within simple, black ink.

Josephine laughed heartily as tears began to stream down the younger vampire's face. The true form of Leandra Nymoria Hildegarde was revealed to her at last, a forgotten piece of her soul that had been discarded and beaten out of her along with her earliest feelings, hopes and dreams. She reached out longingly for the parchment only for Josephine to pull it back just out of reach.

So close and yet so far...

"I always enjoyed emotional torture when compared to the more baser elements. Shattering a soul is so much more satisfying, a truly marvellous experience."

Josephine pressed her index finger against the soft, crumbling material and grinned ruthlessly. With a simple gesture, she could forever expunge Leandra's past from the pages of history, obliterating the real Leandra Nymoria Hildegarde for all eternity. Slowly, ever so slowly, her scissors manifested themselves, those trailing lines of lavender, magical energy.

One finger brushed up against the parchment as a thin cut appeared on the outer edges, the processed animal skin shimmered with purple flashes of power. Leandra screamed in anguish, the mental commands and brainwashing overridden by the sudden, all encompassing desire to save that precious, irreplaceable memory. The powerful flood of pure, genuine emotions empowered the body of Saint Theresia with righteous strength.

Josephine realized her foolish mistake and skipped backwards as Leandra roared with all the hatred that she had bottled up over the centuries and unleashed it all against her teacher. Her scissors shone brilliantly with the combined glows of holy light and the more sinister, darker nature of a vampire's assassination tool. Josephine barely parried the blow with her own scissors, the sparkling blend of lightening sliced the bedchamber to pieces.

Josephine smashed into a stained glass window and disappeared from view in a cloud of reflective shards, smouldering bed feathers, stuffing and woodchips. The rebounding, lethal forces bounced around the room, eviscerating everything except the resplendent walls themselves. The smirking rocking horse was vivisected smoothly without a single splinter to spoil the perfect cut. Leandra didn't even notice the cataclysmic clashing of magic as her scissors subconsciously shielded her from the dazzling maelstrom.

Leandra bent down to retrieve the parchment as the crossfire of cutting colours gradually began to dissipate. Vengeance could always wait, as a vampire, she had all the time in the world. Leandra stared at her family portrait and wept. Happiness was such a strange, disconcerting feeling but she embraced it all the same.

Mother....

Father.....

It's me, the real me....I've missed you all so very much.....