My Blood Is Yours (The Summoning #1)

32. Sariel

SARIEL

A pparently, time in Bellorum—the realm in which lies Atratus—passes very differently. Only hours had passed here instead of days. In the wee hours of the morning, the mundrapedra returned us exactly where I’d left. My mother and father had both wept with joy for our seemingly swift return—I didn’t have the heart to tell them everything we went through to do so, other than the fact that they could thank Evandriel for expediting the process. The company we’d brought with us—Evandriel, Kelestra, and Halyra—had come as a pleasant surprise for them. Speaking in thickly accented Ourinessian, my mother was ecstatic to coddle a babbling Halyra, all while flitting her eyes pointedly between me and Elowen.

When my soulbound had presented the mana siphon to them, and Evandriel explained what it was, tears showed in my parents’ eyes. We’ve still to research how to use it exactly, but my father had promptly retreated to his library to do so. And as soon as I claim my mate, we’re going to return to help him search.

My parents had been accommodating in allowing Evandriel and his new family to stay with them. Their home in Atratus, while still less than half the size of the palace we’d had in Vassileo, is still massive and has several extra guest rooms. Both my mother and father had seemed eager to take the opportunity to practice being grandparents. My mother had announced with waggling eyebrows as she eagerly ushered us out of their home.

And thank fuck because, now, I’m on the verge of jumping out of my fucking skin with the need to claim Elowen.

Even though we’re still atop Pearl, on our hour-long journey back to my home sequestered away in the forest, my cock is a thick bar pinned to my thigh where Elowen’s ass and thighs jostle with each sauntering step Pearl takes. I’m about to fucking erupt.

Elowen, on the other hand, is too in awe of our surroundings—and the miracle of where life has led her—to notice. With a heaved sigh, she twists to look up at me from where she’s seated in front of me. Tears glitter in her eyes. “Thank you for coming for me... to imagine a life without you…”

Her voice cracks on the last word and it causes a fissure in my heart.

“There is no world in which I would not have come for you, Elowen. I’d give up everything I am, everything I have, to be with you. To protect you. To have the privilege of loving you. I’d take all the torture and experiments by a deranged doctor over and over again. Although, being chained up for you to do with me with what you will was anything but torture. You’ve unleashed a kink I didn’t know I had and now will not be able to live without.”

She grins up at me, and the crinkling of her eyes causes her tears to slip. With a hum, my lips and tongue collect the precious saline as I card my fingers through her hair. My cock twitches, drawing her attention and one of her hands. Pleasure shoots up my spine, making my body go rigid as her delicate fingers trace my length before her thumb begins to sweep teasing circles over to the straining head of my cock where a wet spot is already developing.

My voice is a barely restrained growl as I sweep her hair over one shoulder and graze her neck with my fangs. “If you don’t stop teasing me, I’m going to have my cock buried inside you the rest of the journey home.”

Her large, dark eyes bat their luscious lashes at me as her tongue sweeps over her lips. “Do you promise?”

My eyes give a cursory sweep of our surroundings. We’re on a path surrounded by forest and blessed solitude. With a swift flick of my claw, the top of Elowen’s bodice surrenders her plump breasts with a mouth-watering jiggle. She gasps in surprise as her nipples stiffen to two delicious points against the early-morning breeze. I gruffly palm Elowen the reins before cupping her breasts and teasing each of their peaks with my thumbs. The sound that escapes her is enough to send my gut clenching to prevent my cock from spilling.

“Oh, gods, Sariel.”

The scent of her arousal is enough to make me drunk as she reaches her hand back to stroke my cock through my pants. She stills as my fangs hold her in place, applying just enough pressure to threaten her skin. I lap at the slight marks I’ve made as tiny droplets of blood rise to the surface. “I only have so much restraint, mea floarea, and I don’t want the first time I truly claim you and give you my knot to be on Pearl’s back.”

Still teasing her breasts, one of my hands tugs up the skirt of her dress and sweeps a careful claw through the bit of cotton hiding her sweet cunt from me. My words are murmured against her throat. “Lean into me, love.”

Guided by my arm, Elowen leans back against me at an angle and shifts her hips forward, giving me access to the pretty hole I’m about twenty minutes away from claiming for the rest of our lives. She’s already fucking soaked, and I can’t help but groan as I slide my thick middle finger through her folds—having retracted my claws—over her clit and dip into her tight entrance. I repeat the teasing motion until her hips are giving needy little thrusts as her breathing turns into shallow panting. “Please, Sariel.”

A chuckle rumbles from me as I reward her clit with a few teasing slaps. “Please, what love? Tell me what you need.”

My middle and ring finger glide over her clit and into her core, stretching her around my thick digits. “Don’t make me wait any longer. I don’t care that we aren’t in a bed yet. I just need to feel you inside of me.”

My heart, and knot, fucking ache with need for this woman. “Are you that desperate, love? You can’t wait twenty minutes for my cock?”

She shakes her head against me, the action causing her breasts to shift in counter. My fingers withdraw from her to reveal the truth of her words. Her honey coats my fingers in a clear, gooey sheen that makes my mouth water and my fangs ache. Pre-cum leaks from my cock, soaking the leg of my trousers as my tongue licks my fingers clean and her taste blossoms on my tongue. It snaps my restraint.

I stand in the stirrups so I can free my cock before sitting back down behind Elowen. With my palm on her back, I guide her to lean forward until she’s draped along Pearl’s broad back. When I lift her dress, gathering it at her waist, her little puckered hole that I have little to no hope of ever fitting in greets me and my cock kicks at the sight of it. Elowen holds her breath as I grip her thighs to lift her rear off the saddle and position her cunt at the head of my weeping cock. She mewls the moment it brushes her entrance and wiggles her hips to nudge it inside.

My eyes are locked to the point where we are joined, breath held as the thickly flared, broad crown of my cock forces the petite pink slit of her cunt to stretch around it. My balls tighten with the need to fill her with my cum, and I stifle it with a clenched jaw and a growl, gradually dragging her further down my length. “Gods damn it, Elowen. Look at this perfect cunt. Are you gonna let me breed you, mea floarea? Fill you with my cum and my knot? Mark you as mine?”

Her voice is a breathy sigh as her pussy clenches around my cock at being forced to take more of me. “Gods, yes. I need it. Need you.”

There’s no way she’ll be able to take my knot like this, especially not without hurting her. I have to work her body properly to prepare her, but I’m loathe to disappoint her.

She rocks her hips, legs trembling, as she squeezes the head of my cock inside her pussy with a grip like a fucking fist. Wet sounds fill the silence between her panted breathing. “More, Sariel, please.”

Akash -almighty, she really is that desperate. Unusually desperate. My eyes lift to the four tiny marks on her throat as realization slams into me.

Oh, fuck. Could it be? From just that tiny bite? I’d barely broken the skin.

Guilt worms its way through my gut, and she whimpers when I try to pull her off me, but with surprising strength she only bears down further, sliding all the way down to top of my knot where she can go no further without hurting herself. And it feels fucking divine. A snarl tears from my throat in the same instant I feel her digging little claws into the flesh of my forearm now barring around her waist as I pull her against me. “Fuck, love.”

My hips give a mindless thrust before I can stop them. I crane my neck to take in her expression to find her face unnaturally pale and sweat beading her pinched brow. With eyes squeezed shut as if in pain, she lets out a heady groan grinding herself on my cock as if trying to take my knot all at once. It provides a pressure that is just on the other side of pleasurable.

My heart drops as my arm wraps tighter around her waist to hold her closer and relieve some of the weight.

Oh, gods… It’s happening. She’s shifting before she even had a chance to properly fucking think about it.

I caress some of her hair back as she squirms in my hold, hips working over my cock in a way that would have me cumming already if it weren’t for my grave concern.

In the months before I’d left for Terrenea, I’d thoroughly researched the stages of a mortal soulbound’s shift and how to best care for them through it. I’d basically memorized it.

Initial Stage

Fever

Cold sweats

Achey muscles and bones due to sudden growth

Extreme arousal

Primal urges such as biting, marking, claiming

Small shifts in appearance such as the changing of eye color and/or developing claws

Uncontrollable need to fulfill the bond

Uncontrollable need to breed/be bred

To ease symptoms:

1. Providing sexual stimulation throughout the shift will ease the transition and solidify the bond, which will help soothe the primal urges.

2. Imbibing the immortal soulbound’s seminal or arousal fluid will aid in pain relief and lowering fever temperatures.

Mediary Stage

Fever

Migraine

(in the case of the soulbound developing horns)

Increased primal urges

Thirst for blood

Uncontrollable need to fulfill the bond

Uncontrollable need to breed/be bred

If female, menstrual-like cramps

To ease symptoms:

1. Continue to provide sexual stimulation.

2. Continue to imbibe seminal or arousal fluid.

3. Apply seminal fluid directly to the cervix to relieve menstrual-like symptoms.

4. At this stage, your mortal soulbound will have developed fangs, and will now require your blood. Take care not to overfeed.

Final Stage

Completion of physical shifts

Exhaustion

Slight waning, but still present heightened arousal

To ease symptoms:

1. Gentle skin-to-skin contact such as stroking, cuddling, and kissing.

2. Manual stimulation, such as oral sex, will ensure the soulbound is not overexerted but remains sexually sated.

3. Offer small ‘feedings’ of blood. Do not overfeed.

4. Continue to provide seminal or arousal fluid for the soulbound to imbibe to keep any lingering pain at bay.

5. Sleep.

So, basically, fuck, feed, cuddle, sleep. While I was both excited and aroused, I was also anxious with worry and guilt. I hadn’t even had a chance to prepare her for this. Gathering Pearl’s long-forgotten reins, I urge her into a gallop, hissing at the sensation of Elowen cunt clamping around me as she’s bounced on my cock no matter how hard I try to hold her still against me. Elowen’s cry of pleasure rings through the forest causing bird’s to take flight.

Despite how desperately I try to resist, the feel of Elowen’s pussy being impaled and jolted to the stampeding rhythm of Pearl’s hoofbeats has my painting Elowen’s cervix with my cum in minutes. My orgasm washes over me like a fucking tidal wave that makes me feral with need to properly fuck her, but it seems to appease Elowen momentarily. Her desperate, mindless moans and writhing lulling to something less frenzied.

Her breasts bounce, and I can’t help but attempt to cradle them atop my forearm as I keep her clutched safely against me. In seconds, she’s whimpering with need again and when she opens her mouth on another moan, I see her fangs have come in. The sight steals my breath. My precious soulbound is mine forever. It’s further evidence that our lives, our souls are tied together.

Elowen’s eyes open, and I’m relieved to see that they are still human despite being wildly dilated. I say a silent prayer that they remain that way. She’s utterly perfect the way she is. Though admittedly, the sight of her fangs sings to all of my most primal urges.

The jostling caused by Pearl’s gallop has another orgasm tickling the base of my spine again already and Elowen’s core still hasn’t stopped fluttering around me even as she grinds against me with need for more.

I can’t help but chuckle at the sheer madness of this with another climax already on the horizon.

Akash-almighty, I’m going to be fucking wrung dry before I even get the chance to ease her pain by allowing her to suckle my cum directly from my cock.