Feral Darlings

Chapter Eight

Paloma

There is no other way to describe this as anything but torture. Excruciating, never-ending, hedonistic torture. My insides are burning, tip-toeing on the border of pleasure and pain. He sits fully sheathed, his cock twitching every time I pulse around him. Each person crawls up to us, their cocks or breasts swinging slowly as their eyes lick over our bodies.

They ’ re being commanded to do this, almost completely void of free will, but the lust in their eyes lets me know they ’ re still in there, still able to feel this is what they want. And it stokes my fire even hotter.

“ Yes,” I moan, my head rolling back onto Emris ’ shoulder as his teeth sink deep into my throat. A man kneels between us, his tongue sliding from my husband ’ s sac to my clit. He teases where we are joined before closing those delightful lips around my clit to suck and suck and suck. “ Please,” I beg, the orgasm right within my gasp as Emris ’ venom races through my veins.

And then it ’ s gone again. His teeth retract, the man ’ s mouth leaves my flesh, and Emris ’ nails dig into my hips to keep me from grinding down onto him. I feel tears leak from the corners of my eyes as I am denied again. I cry out in frustration, but a soft wrist is placed on my lips like a pacifier, and I drink. My body is weak, my muscles shaky from the constant feeding.

Emris drinks from me like I ’ m an elixir to the betrayal and his pain. He has depleted me fully multiple times, and we ’ ve gone through almost ten of my best and most trusted employees. I am at least strong enough mentally to make sure I don’t take more than each of them can handle.

“ These tears,” Emris gasps, his tongue licking from my jaw to my eyes, his hands moving my head from shoulder to shoulder to make sure he tastes each one. “ All for me. All for me.” He repeats it like a mantra as another vampire slowly approaches us. Her breasts are large, hanging heavily between her arms. My mouth waters at the thought of her pink nipples between my teeth.

She grins as she settles in front of us, and I push away from Lilibet; at least, I think that ’ s who is with us now. And I put all my focus on this new woman ’ s round, rouged cheeks and full lips. Below us, she takes the flat expanse of her tongue and presses it roughly against my abused clit. I jump and twitch, my nerve endings sensitive from the assault of the last hour.

This vampire then kisses my pussy reverently, her lips moving, her tongue stroking. The hot, wet suction of her mouth has me seeing stars, and when she moves farther down, the tip of her tongue stroking where Emris and I are joined I—

“ Enough.”

It stops.

I scream again, my throat hoarse and my body exhausted.

“ Please,” I beg him, my body still held firmly against his, his hands not letting any movement come from my hips. I am stuck with his cock inside of me, pushing against that beautiful, sweet spot inside of me…with no release. “ I am desperate,” I admit to him. “ Please. I will do anything. Please, my love. My husband.”

I turn my head to kiss along his jaw, his throat. My hands tug at his hair in a brutal grip that pulls his face closer to mine. I rake my teeth over his lips as he turns to meet my advances. His blood springs free when my teeth finally find purchase on his bottom lip. I suck, greedy for the taste of him. It is so deliciously warm as it slides over my tongue and down my throat.

I have missed him. Oh God, I have missed this man. My husband. I have had a century without that first and only man I have ever loved, and I ’ m done holding onto the bitterness and rage of my youth. The bond sings between us, and I allow it to fully take hold. I explore it, testing it as I drink from the source.

It ’ s not enough. I am ravenous for it. I get at his throat, biting hard into the large artery that pulses in time with his heart. Finally, it flows in heavy gulps, searing me from the inside out as it swarms every dark inch of me. My tongue laps at the wound, and the vibration from his laugh is felt all the way down to my toes.

“ I knew you would come around,” he says, although I can barely hear him. I ’ m too far gone in this blood lust to listen. “ Do you accept me, wife?” he asks, his hands leaving their post on my hips to flutter softly over the curve of my stomach. “ Do you promise to be the best wife for me? To stand by my side instead of telling tales behind my back?” His fingers find the underside of my breasts, and I gasp against his neck. “ Will you let me be your husband, Paloma de Loughrey?”

His fingers pinch my nipples, and my cunt squeezes around his length.

“ Yes,” I hiss, my voice nothing but a whisper as I come up for air.

His hips, which have been firmly planted on the sofa, finally begin to move. A short gasp escapes me, and I hold onto the back of his head as he rolls and undulates beneath me. All eyes are on us as he finally takes what is his and releases me from my punishment. At last, I have suffered enough.

One hand continues to play with my nipples while the other skates down to where we move together. His fingers are gentle, almost loving, as he strokes either side of my clit, careful not to put too much pressure where I cannot take it. He slides in and out of me with ease, the constant teasing having soaked us both. I had moved to keep myself up on my knees at some point, but he doesn ’ t seem to like the lack of movement this affords him.

I ’ m swiftly swept up again, his hands under my knees as he hoists me up and over his cock. I am left completely empty, but only for a second before he slams me back down while thrusting up to meet me. His head slams against my cervix, the pain only adding to the heightening pleasure. Over and over again, our hips meet in brutal slaps.

“ Come,” he commands, his voice scratchy and rough. “ Come for me, wife.”

With his permission finally given, my body lights up like the night sky. My nerve endings fizzle, and my muscles contract. I momentarily lose my eyesight, nothing but blackness in my view, while never-ending pleasure sweeps through my entire being. I feel it as his cock swells and empties inside of me, his cum filling me until no more can fit, and it leaks out between us.

“ My good wife.” He kisses any part of me he can get to. “ My perfect wife. Exquisite. Ethereal. Fiery. Mine.” The last word is growled as his fangs protract once more, snapping almost playfully in my direction. “ It is now time for the finale.”