THE LAST SECRET KEEPER Secret Keeper series books 1-4

CHAPTER 34

Storm stepped away from the breeding shifter and vampire before motioning for Thorson to fetch his mother, the young man leading her down the basement steps minutes later.

Herja hesitated on the bottom step looking between the mating taking place a few feet away to their guests sitting on the chairs watching the performance. Lanecea sat in between Johann and Wilhelm who were being pleasured by their priestesses kneeling between their legs.

"Thorson, I need you to take over now. Do anything that will please Lani. Her happiness is most important."

"Yes, Dad," Thorson grinned, replacing his father where he had stood near their vampire captives.

Storm tightened his fingers around Herja's wrist, reaching for rope before he led her toward Lanecea, his queen paling as her heart sank to her toes.

"It's alright, Lani. Focus on Thorson. He wants to entertain you. Do you trust me?"

"I'm trying to," Lanecea's whisper could barely be heard above the sound of Zander's balls slapping against the vampiress' ass.

"Fair enough," Storm whispered as well before lifting Lanecea off the chair and onto his lap as he moved Herja into position between his legs just like the priestesses on either side of them.

Lanecea watched the performance as Storm positioned her legs on either side of his cock and didn't look down even when Storm commanded his wife to suck.

"There are many more captives left that need to be broken in, Lani. What would make you happy?" Thorson called out to the woman in Storm's arms who was struggling to keep trusting his father.

"I would like to see those two in that group breeding together. The ginger male with the blonde vampiress. They would look good together, don't you think?"

"Sure, but you want to produce good-looking vampires?" Thorson was a little confused at the queen's logic as he pulled the two she had indicated out of the family group, several chained together.

"No, of course not. I want to weaken them. Their spawn will be no match for our allies."

Lanecea was so distracted by her eugenics project that she didn't see Herja reach for her wolf's cock, the beast standing guard beside Lani's chair until it was too late, her wolf pouncing on the woman kneeling before Storm, sucking him. Striker was seconds away from tearing Herja limb from limb, his brother, Stalker, eager to assist as he snarled at the traitor before Lanecea motioned for her familiars to back down, standing at attention behind the chair instead and out of Herja's reach.

"Thorson, fetch your mother's dildo. Then I want you to bind her hands behind her back, placing the dildo between them so she can fuck herself while she sucks my cock."

"Yes, Dad," Thorson left the vampires to breed for Lani's entertainment before running up the stairs to obey his father.

He didn't take long, already knowing where his mother kept her toys.

"You may bind her as tight as you wish, subduing your mother. After what she did to you, it is your right and she must be punished for her treachery. Go ahead, and make the bonds nice and tight. There you go - just like that."

Johann and Wilhelm had already raised their wives off their knees, not wishing for their priestesses to look as though they were on a par with Herja. Cradling their wives against their chests as they impaled them, they watched as Herja fucked her pussy with her hands bound behind her ass, the rubber plunging in and out of her as she was forced to kneel before Storm, sucking his cock as he commanded her to worship harder.

Lanecea, however, was struggling, her fever raging. Her mind was unable to focus even on her eugenics project which would normally have captivated her attention, especially as the vampires were protesting in earnest, screeching and howling as they were forced to destroy their bloodlines.

Perhaps Storm realized she was struggling to pay attention and would prefer to look at her loyal wolves instead when he turned her around to face him before lifting her higher until her legs were draped over his shoulders once again, but this time, her soaking wet pussy was pressed against his ravenous mouth.

Lanecea couldn't focus on a single thing, her brain spinning in orbit.

"My Queen," Storm murmured against her pussy before he could no longer talk, her nectar dripping down the back of his throat.

The wolves stood guard, ever protective as their Wolf Charmer entwined her fingers in Storm's hair, the queen likely to topple off his shoulders if he weren't holding onto her firmly.

Thorson knew the queen was too distracted to think but he knew exactly what she would have wanted had she been able to still dictate the fate of her trophies. Within minutes, he had couples paired off, breeding together until a vampire orgy was well underway.

"Don't even think of cumming until I give my permission," Thorson commanded, the adults not minding at all as the young future king wielded his power in the basement, their poor priestess wives already begging. The worshipping women needed to cum the second their husbands held them against their hearts and this was utter torment.

Thorson, however, took his time, fully understanding now why Lanecea always told her boys to never settle for anything less than a priestess.

"Cum!" Thorson shouted at last, his cum shooting like an endless geyser on top of the vampires writhing on the floor at his feet, the sound of their rattling chains unable to drown out the sound of men roaring in pleasure or their women with their siren calls.

Storm wrapped his arm around Lani's ass, holding her securely as he reached down, pulling the dripping wet dildo out of Herja's pussy. His wife had come way before Thorson had given the command. Pushing Herja away from his cock, he pressed the wet dildo between her lips instead, before nudging her until she lay at the foot of his chair with the rubber protruding from her mouth.

"Hogtie her, Thorson, but make sure she can still watch the priestesses enjoying their husband's pleasure with them. Perhaps she will learn to be a good girl too."

King Storm grinned as he watched from the shadows, only Lanecea's wolves aware of his presence.

Thorson made quick work of it before circling the chair. Standing between Lani's wolves, Thorson stroked Lanecea's hair away from her eyes.

"Has royal decrees ever been revoked?"

"There's always a first," Lanecea sighed as she caught sight of her king.

Storm had restored her trust and managed to cure her fever, although she had no idea how he was able to accomplish such a feat.

"The choice is yours," King Storm approached. "You can always change history, My Love."

"I hereby renounce Herja's sentence. As long as Storm controls his wife, I see no reason why she cannot be part of my court, and thereby granted access to the passages. I trust Storm to make the world right."

Storm paused in his attempt to squeeze more nectar from her perpetually wet pussy, "Your trust is not misplaced."

"In that case, let the records be rewritten. Herja has been pardoned on the one condition that Storm is trustworthy. I'm so proud of you, My Good Girl," King Storm praised his queen. "Thorson, you deserve to be given a second chance to rule as your mother thwarted that opportunity. I trust you to rule as I would in my absence."

"You can count on me," Thorson assured the king.

"I know I can," the king smiled before rescinding Storm's sentence as well as he re-entered his body, hopefully for the last time.

Storm kissed Lanecea's pussy lips, giving her a silent promise that he wouldn't mess up again. He was her king, warrior, lover, father of their multitude of kids, and brawny jailor, but above all, she could always trust him.

That was a promise.