Golden Whispers, a short retelling of the Frog Prince, Episode one of the Golden Erotic Tales Series (3 page)

Lela set the tea cup on the table and stood.
“How many hours until sunset? Has to be no more than three or four,
do you agree?” She walked to her window.

“You’re safe.”

“Am I?”

“Of course you’re. What makes you think
you’re not?”

“You have been with me since birth, Lady
Rema, have you not?”

“I have,” she said, looking at her feet.

“Are you loyal to me?”

“Of course.”

“Are you an honest woman?”

“Of course.”

“Then tell me the truth. Did my father send
men to look for me last night?”

Lady Rema returned her gaze to Lela. “He
wanted to. Blessed Gods, he wanted to. But he couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“He was afraid,” she said, wringing her
hands.

“Of what?” Lela asked.

“Why are you asking me these questions? I
should go. I’m not feeling well,” she said, rubbing her
forehead.

“Answer me.”

“Our duty is to protect you.” She looked away
for a moment.

“Yet, no one came to my rescue last night,”
Lela said, raising her voice.

“We could not.”

“Speak the truth or I will have you
imprisoned!”

“Oh, Princess, I beg you,” she said, tears
trickling down her cheeks.

“Speak!”

“When darkness falls…”

“Continue,” Lela said.

“That’s when they come out.”

“Who?”

“I can’t say the word. I just can’t,” Lady
Rema said, now sobbing.

“Gather yourself and say it. Shall I call the
guards?”

Taking in heavy breaths, Lady Rema said,
“Vampires.”

“So, it’s true. They do exist,” Lela said,
putting her hand to her mouth.

“They have roamed the forest for thousands of
years, killing humans and animals alike.”

“For their blood?” Lela asked, despite
already knowing the answer.

“Yes.”

“You must be completely forthcoming with me.
What happened to my mother?”

“She was taken.”

“By vampires?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“She sacrificed herself to…”

“Finish.”

“To save you.”

“I don’t understand your words. Speak
clearly,” Lela said.

“The vampires…when they learned of your
birth, they threatened the King and Queen. They wanted you…they
thought your blood could lift their curse.”

“Curse?”

“They believe your blood can make them human
again.”

“Why do they believe such a thing?
Absurd!”

“Because of the golden ball.”

“You know about it?” Lela asked.

“It has followed you since you were
born.”

“I have no memories of it.”

“It’s never made itself known to you. It
followed you from a distant, hiding from you. The golden ball
belongs to the vampires. They worship it. It’s their God. It is
written in their sacred book that the ball would someday choose a
human to follow. That human is you. It chose
you
.”

“Chose me for what?” Lela asked, her throat
threatening to close.

“Clear your mind and grasp what I’m telling
you. It chose you to save them…to make them human again. Vampires
despise what they are. They want to walk in the sun again. They
hate immortality…they consider it torture…cursed to live in
darkness forever.”

Lela sat on the edge of her bed and put her
face in her hands. “I believe your words. Bloody hell, I
do
believe you.”

“Your mother offered herself to them. Since
you were born of her womb, her blood was also sacred to them. They
craved to drink from the woman who had given birth to their savior.
In exchange for her blood, they agreed to leave you alone for ten
years. Her blood saved you…kept them away from you.

“The ball made itself known to me yesterday,”
Lela said.

Lady Rema wheezed. “Oh no,” she said. “That
means…”

“This is not the time to hold your
tongue.”

“They are coming for you. The pact is over.
And nothing will stop them.”

“Leave my room,” Lela whispered.

“Princess, please, the King must not know I
told you.”

“I need you to leave my room.” She had to be
alone with her thoughts…her fear…her desire to perish right then
and there.

“Yes, I’m sorry, please forgive me,” Lady
Rema said and left.

Lela dashed to her window and said, “Eldrich,
you bastard!”

Then she threw herself on her bed.

***

Lela did not know how long she had been
asleep when in semi darkness she opened her eyes to find a figure
standing at her bedside. Groggily, she whispered, “Eldrich.”

“I didn’t want to leave you,” he said.

“But you did,” she said, standing.

He caressed her face. “Now that I’ve returned
to my true form, I can’t be in the light.”

Lela glanced at the lit candles on her
walls.

“Only the sun can hurt me,” he said.

“Then may the sun rise now,” she said.

“I’m sorry I left you,” he murmured.

“Are you a vampire?” she asked.

He kissed her forehead. “Yes.”

“Your kind killed my mother,” she said. A
part of her wanted to take hold of a sword and sink it into his
chest.

“Now they want you,” he said.

“Are you here to take me to them?” She did
not understand why she wasn’t afraid of him. By all reason she
should scream and run away from him. But she found herself
paralyzed.

“I’m here to protect you from them.”

“Why?” In spite of what she had just learned,
she trusted him.

Although she would deny it to her death, his
presence warmed her and she wanted nothing more but to take him
into her bed.

“You helped me. And now I will help you,” he
said.

“Is that the only reason?” She closed her
eyes and thought of the night before. His body against hers…his
lips on her mouth…his everything. Ashamed by what she was feeling,
she opened her eyes.
His kind killed your mother!

“Do you want me to leave?” he asked, his eyes
on her as if he meant to swallow her.

“Yes.” She lied.

“I’m yours,” he said, coming closer to
her.

“Leave,” she said, biting down hard on her
lip. She could not resist her desire. Yes, she wanted him.

He moved in and kissed her. His energy ran
through her, nearly knocking her to the floor. She pushed him onto
the bed.

“I hate you,” she said.

“I love you,” he said.

“You cannot love someone you don’t know,” she
said.

“Are you mine?” he asked.

She brought her body on top of his and ran
her fingers down his chest.

“Are you mine?” he asked again.

“I belong to no one.”

“Sweet princess,” he said, flipping her on
her back. “There are so many things I want to do to you. Will you
let me?”

“Yes,” she said, shaking.

He glided his hand under her dress and up her
inner thighs.

The pleasure she was feeling was almost too
much for her to take; any second she thought she would fall into
unconsciousness.

“Do you want me to caress you?” he asked.

“With your mouth,” she said. Her bluntness
baffled her.

He spread her legs. Disappearing underneath
her dress, he brought her to near tears.

“Shall I stop, sweet princess?”

Squirming from side to side, she said, “I
need you.” And she did. At this moment, she needed all of him. She
needed him to kiss her…touch her…tell her he would do anything for
her.

“Not yet,” he said, turning her on her
stomach.

“I cannot take anymore. I demand it.”

He brought the palm of his hand to her bare
buttocks.

“Sweet prince,” she said, ignoring the pain
and wishing for more.

He brought his hand down again. And then
again. The moisture between her legs increasing with each blow.
Sweet prince.

Swinging his arm around her stomach, he
lifted her.

“If I’m yours, you’ll do as I say,” she said,
now on her knees.

“What do you want?” he asked, pressing
himself against her buttocks.

“You know what I want,” she said.
I shall
die if you do not enter me.

“Not yet, sweet princess.”

“Bite me, then,” she said. “Drink from
me.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Do it.”

He put his mouth on her neck.

“Command me,” he whispered.

“I shall have you imprisoned if you do not
drink from me.”

In the next moment, he sank his teeth into
her and drew her blood.

“I want all of you,” she said.

And he obeyed. He plunged into her.

She then turned around, forcing him to
stop.

“Beg me,” she said, pushing him down on his
back.

“I beg you,” he said, her blood on his
lips.

She climbed on top of him and placed her hand
on his cock.

“I beg you,” he said again.

She then took it in her mouth, his moaning
encouraging her to draw it in deeper and deeper, causing her to
climax.

“Are you mine?” he asked.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she said.

He raised his hands to her breasts and
stroked her nipples.

“I will protect you,” he said.

“I’m in love with you,” she said.

“As am I with you,” he said, tears forming in
his eyes.

***

“I brought you your morning tea and some
bread,” Lady Rema said, placing a tray on a table.

Standing at her window, Lela ignored her. She
had no desire for tea or bread. Her thoughts were on Eldrich. He
consumed every part of her. She wondered where he was.

“The King has asked for you,” Lady Rema
said.

Lela turned to face her. “Tell him I’m ill,”
she said.

“Should I send for the doctor?”

Lela gathered her long hair and then let it
fall on her shoulders. “Yesterday you told me you were loyal to
me.”

Lady Rema nodded.

“I need your help,” Lela said, approaching
her.

“How may I serve you?” Lady Rema said,
wringing her hands as she often did when she was nervous.

“First, you may stop fidgeting.”

“Apologies, Princess.”

“You must tell no one, not even the
King.”

“Princess?”

“May I count on you?”

“Always.”

“Tell my father I’m ill. Tell him I’m
experiencing lady troubles. And that I need to sleep.”

Lady Rema giggled.

“Come now, don’t be childish. Now go, do as I
say.”

Lela knew that her father would stay far away
from her until he was sure she was feeling better. Ah, for all
their bravery men stayed away from a woman during her
lady
trouble time. Yes, we can be dreadfully evil during that time.
Lela giggled.

She got dressed. Lady Rema had been gone for
what seemed like a long time. Pacing the room, Lela formed her
plan. She’d sneak out of the castle and return to the abandoned
house in the forest. She was convinced she’d find Eldrich there.
She should have figured it out sooner. It wasn’t just that he had
known exactly where he was going the night he saved her, it was his
determination. As if he had been there a thousand times before.
Yes, how did she not see it? It was his home!

Flustered and out of breath, Lady Rema came
into the room.

“What happened?” Lela asked her.

“I told the King…don’t worry…he said to come
see him when you’re better.”

“My goodness, compose yourself, why are you
so winded?”

“When I was making my way back to you, one of
the guard’s dogs,” she took in a breath, “he chased me down the
hall. The guard couldn’t get him to stop chasing me.”

“Oh for goodness sake, gather yourself. Has
my father ordered his guards to watch me and keep me from leaving
the castle?”

“They are not under such orders. You’re free
to go as you want. I never told him you saw the ball.”

“Very good,” Lela grabbed her cloak.

“What about me?” Lady Rema asked.

“Yes, yes. You’ll need to stay here. Get
under the covers and pretend you’re me, in case my father sends
someone to check on me.”

“Oh no, I can’t.”

“I’ll return soon,” Lela said.

***

Once outside the castle, Lela made for the
forest at quick pace. She had to see him and not only because every
part of her body longed for him. She needed answers. Why did he
take the golden ball? What did he do with it? How old was he
really? Vampires were immortal. He had to be more than
twenty-two-years-old. She needed to know how to protect herself
from the vampires who meant to harm her. Drain her!

Flying through the forest, nearly tripping on
fallen branches or sticks, she ignored her sanity. Yes, in order to
have unequivocally fallen for a vampire, she had to be insane. No
other way to explain it.

There, up ahead, was the house…
his
house. It was still daylight which meant if he was in there he was
asleep somewhere hidden from the sun’s rays.

According to storybooks disturbing a sleeping
vampire was suicidal. Since they were the most vulnerable when
sleeping, their instinct was to kill anyone who woke them. Lela
ignored this knowledge and yelled, “Eldrich! Where are you?”

She stomped through the crumbling house as if
she were a warrior about to besiege a fortress. Going through halls
and rooms, she yelled, “I know you’re here!”

To no avail, her screams did not provoke him.
Giving in, she slumped to the floor and waited for the sun to go
down.
I implore you, Dear Sun, take your leave early
today.

The sun set slowly as if it had heard her
plea and chose to instead torture her. Once it disappeared and the
moon took its place, Lela’s heart began to beat so fast she could
not breathe and thought for sure she was dying. Her lungs refused
to produce air. Standing, she frantically tried to calm herself.
But she could not. A faint spell came over her.
Get yourself
together! This is what you wanted.