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Chapter Nine (The Hunt)

 

“Rayna, I do not know how long I will be gone. You must remain within the confines of my casa for your own protection.” Moracas said in an abrupt tone as he quickly dressed. “Manuel will be here for your feeding needs querida.” Putting on his shoes, he turned to face her, giving her a small smile. His muscular physique was encased in black, and standing there, he made a formative figure. She sat quietly by the fire, watching his every move.

 

“Yes, Sire. I will abide by your request.” Rayna sighed, hoping he would not take long in this hunt. She was getting used to his presence, and feared her reaction to his absence. ‘I must be strong to make him proud...’

 

Moracas strode out into the night, the door shutting abruptly behind him. Luis, his personal groomsman, had brought around his magnificent stallion, Diablo; who stood saddled, and ready for mounting. “Diablo, mi mascot. You are looking guapo this night.”  Moracas whispered to his pet, hauling himself into the saddle. Diablo lifted his large head neighing in response, and then took off in a gallop seemingly knowing where his master wanted him to go.

 

The two rode long into the night, finally coming to a small clearing in the middle of nowhere. As Moracas pulled on the reins to halt the stallion, a figure appeared in front of him. “Moracas. It is about time.” The vampire said with derision, bowing slightly.

 

Moracas looked the male up and down and smirked. “Monte. What a surprise. How long has it been? Decades?” He got down from Diablo, leading the animal to a tree and tying the reins around the trunk. Turning back to Monte, he continued. “And what brings you here? I thought Diente only wanted her strongest, fiercest warriors for this hunt.” Monte frowned at the slight, but taking in Moracas’s massive form, decided not to take the bait.

 

“The pander was last seen close to Barchinona. We still have several hours to travel, and must get a move on before dawn breaks.” Monte said as he walked further into the clearing. Several figures seemed to materialize in front of Moracas as he followed the vampire. Recognizing each of them, Moracas allowed a small smile to grace his handsome features. He greeted each one warmly, and soon the six of them were racing off toward Barchinona.

 

As they rode, Moracas let his thoughts wander. Rayna was a beautiful female; which was a certainty. Yet, there was more to her than looks alone. She had a brain, something almost unheard of in females. ‘Well, not entirely unheard of. Look at Diente, and the Queen. They are intelligent. Rayna is also intelligent, which will serve her well.’  Moracas had plans for Rayna, and he only hoped she would embrace those plans entirely. Thinking of her now, his thoughts strayed to their last sexual encounter. She was blossoming by the minute, and embracing her sexuality admirably. Her initial shyness was quickly becoming replaced with a smoldering passion, the likes of which completely turned him on. He felt his passion begin to stir, and had to shake his head clear of the naked images flitting through his mind. He must remain focused on the task at hand…

 

 

“So, where to now, Monte? What other information did Diente divulge?” Moracas asked as the six waited outside in the dark for their horses to be readied. Monte smirked at Moracas, and said, “You know Diente, Moracas. She only gives the slightest amount of information, knowing her “warriors” will determine the rest. You know as much as I.”

Sighing, Moracas gazed about the grounds. He used his perception to observe the area. Getting nothing, he walked around the stables to a quiet location, and began to use his obtenebration to call forth the shadows. Moving his hands in circles, he soon had a small undulating shadow figure standing before him. “Go forth un poco, and tell me what you see.” As he stood quietly watching, the shadow figure began to move silently through the black night. Within minutes, it returned to stop before Moracas. He moved his hands again, bringing forth a window from the shadow figure. Moracas watched as a figure began to emerge within the window. The figure was male, and silently crept through the alley ways of Barchinona. He was not alone: another female figure followed just as silently.

 

“Monte, come here.” Moracas called, waiting until he and the others appeared beside him. “Do you recognize them?”

 

Monte gazed into the shadow mirror, his eyes narrowing. “Si. That is Ramone and Selene. The panders who have caused so much unrest within the Sabbat as a whole.” Pausing, Monte looked closely at the picture formed within the shadow figure trying to determine the pander’s location. Recognition lit up his eyes, and he stood up straight, his full height towering over six feet. “They are within the patio of Plaça del Rei. Let us make haste my hermanos.”

 

The six raced down the streets of Barchinona, soon arriving at the Plaça del Rei. Monte was the first to dismount, followed by Moracas and the four other vampires. Eyes narrowed, Moracas gazed into the night, his perceptive vision soon picking out the panders. “This way.” He said curtly, already moving into the alleyway. The others silently followed, and soon they came upon the pair of miscreants. Moracas felt for his dagger. Locating it, he withdrew the blade and held it in his large hand. Pasting a nonchalant look upon his face, he called out, “Ramone. Selene. Where do you think you are going?”

 

The pair gasped as they turned around to face six deadly assassins. “No… nowhere.” Ramone called out, as Selene moved in behind him. The six quietly approached the pair, and soon surrounded them. “Ramone and Selene, it has come to the attention of the Archbishop Diente that the two of you attempt to overthrow the Regent. What say you of these charges?” Moracas called out darkly. Shaking his head, Ramone backed up toward the wall, Selene behind him. She had not said a word as of yet, but now, her voice rang out into the night.

 

“These charges are false. We are just out having a night on the town. How dare you interrupt us?” Her eyes gleamed thunderously, as she stood erect. Moracas admired her spirit, but he was there to fulfill a task. Smirking, he slowly moved to stand before the two, the others right behind him. “You know the penalty for dissention. We are your judges and jury, and nothing you can say will alter our decision.” Before they could reply, Moracas took his dagger and cut off Ramone’s head in one swift movement. Monte did the same to Selene, and as the two heads rolled on the street, the bloodlust filled them all. Snarling, the six soon had their fill of the pander’s blood, and once satiated, lit the bodies on fire. Soon, nothing remained but ashes…

 

“Diente did request that you be the one to bring her the news of their undeaths, Moracas.”  Monte said as he mounted upon his horse. “Until the next time!”  Saluting Moracas with a smirk, he turned the horse’s head, and galloped off into the night. The remaining four were soon following, leaving Moracas to stand alone before the burnt ashes of the panders. ‘Of course, she did.’ He thought with derision, mounting upon Diablo and heading toward the outskirts of Barchinona.  

 

Diente lived within her palacio, which was located five miles outside of Barchinona. As fierce a warrior as she was, Moracas wondered why she had not disposed of the panders herself. ‘She probably just wanted to throw her weight around’ he thought to himself, sighing. Now his reunion with Rayna would be even further delayed…

 

Two guards stood outside of the massive gates surrounding Diente’s home. “I am here to see the Archbishop regarding the hunt.” Moracas called down from his seat upon Diablo. The stallion snorted, his black eyes glowing red in the night. Without a word, the guards opened the gate and stood aside to allow Moracas room to pass. Diablo trotted up the walkway until he stood before the massive oak door to the palacio. A groom materialized in front of them and took the reins as Moracas dismounted. Without knocking, he strode through the door and into Diente’s main salón.  

“Ah, Moracas. Such an obedient servant you are.” Diente called out from her seat in front of the fire. This night, she was dressed in a lounging gown of red silk. Held together by a slight silk belt, the front parted revealing her long luscious legs as Diente turned in her seat to gaze upon Moracas. Ample breasts strained at the thin material, her nipples outlined perfectly. Moracas could not help but stare at them as he slowly walked over to stand before her. Seeing where his eyes roamed, Diente laughed, her white teeth gleaming in the firelight.

 

“Would you care for some bloodwyne, mi querido? I would imagine that you are parched after your long ride.” Not waiting for an answer, she arose from her chair and walked over to a sideboard where a decanter of wyne awaited. Pouring two glasses full to the rim, she slowly glided back to where Moracas stood. The firelight outlined her curvy figure, showing her breasts to perfection as well as the neat patch of hair nestled between her legs. Moracas felt the first stirrings of passion within his groin as he took the proffered goblet from Diente’s hand. Looking down, Diente smiled at his evident hardness. She boldly placed her hand over the fabric of his pants and began to massage until it stood out rock hard.

 

Moracas could not stand it any longer, and quickly downing the bloodwyne, he threw the goblet into the fire, and then rapidly tore the gown from Diente’s lush form. His eyes lit as if on fire as he rapidly tore off his clothes, then picked her up and walked over to the sofá, throwing her onto the thick cushions.

“You seek to tempt me, perra; therefore, you will get all that you want and more.” With that, Moracas fell upon her, and began to ravish her fully. Their tongues entwined, performing a dance of the senses as his hands feverishly roamed over her body. She sighed in pleasure, her long nails raking his back. Spreading her legs, she gasped aloud as he entered her roughly, pushing deeply inside. Grabbing the cheeks of her ass, he lifted her up so that he could push inside even deeper. He moaned as her silky legs wrapped around his back, goading him on. As he pounded her fiercely, his climax overcame him in a passionate rush, his juices filling her full. She felt them run out of her opening, coating their inner thighs as her own climax made her body convulse in pleasure.

 

Lying still within her, Moracas rested his head on her chest for a moment, and then began to move down her body until her opening was before his face. Glistening with juices, it invited his tongue to taste. Obliging, Moracas licked the outer opening, and then slid his long tongue deep inside her, tasting them both. Diente cried aloud as she grabbed his long hair and pulled him even closer. His tongue darted in and out, licking the little pearl that nestled at the top of her opening, and making her moan and groan with pleasure. Bucking underneath his mouth, Diente’s eyes rolled upward into her head, the pleasure washing over her in waves. When she thought she could not stand it anymore, Moracas lifted his head and stood up, taking her with him. Lifting her onto his hips, he entered her in one movement, his hands grabbing her buttocks and kneading them roughly. Diente threw her head back, her long hair brushing against his hands as he pumped furiously into her.

 

They both moaned with desire as he jodered her hard, her breasts bouncing upon her chest with each thrust. As they finally climaxed together, Diente slumped onto Moracas in exhaustion. He lifted her off his slowly softening manhood, and placed her back onto the sofá. “Get what you wanted, perra?” Moracas said in a scathing tone as he quickly dressed.

 

Diente opened her eyes, the passion slowly fading from them as she watched him dress. “And what is your hurry, Moracas? You have to get home to your little puta?” The jealousy in her voice was undeniable, and hearing it, Moracas turned to face her, a smirk upon his face. “She is no puta, perra. And what I do is none of your business. I came here to tell you the pander issue has been taken care of, and now I must take my leave.” Seeing her still nude, he picked up her robe and threw it at her, a look of disgust upon his face. “Dress yourself. Have some dignity.”

 

A snarl formed upon Diente’s lips, as she grabbed the robe and slipped it on. “Do not speak to me of dignity, you bastardo. You are no saint. You did not have to joder me, yet you did. And why is that? You are nothing more than a rutting dog after a perra in heat.” She stood up, her petite form swallowed up by Moracas’s massive one. He looked down upon her, and with narrowed eyes, walked out of the room, not even stopping when he heard the sound of glass breaking…