11. MOUNTING EMERIEL
Chapter eleven
MOUNTING EMERIEL
The beast climbed onto the bed. Its red, intimidating manhood pointing straight at Emeriel.
She whimpered, trying to squeeze her legs together, but the beast growled angrily. Emeriel froze.
When the beast came closer again, she scrambled up and got down on her hands and knees, her body shaking with fear and the fever of the heat coursing through her veins. She grabbed the skin near her vaginal folds and spread them apart, presenting to the beast.
It howled loudly.
Emeriel jerked, but did not break her position. She felt naked. All her intimate parts exposed and vulnerable for the beast's use. Her opening quivered, licking liquid and clenching at nothing.
A cold nose pressed against her womanhood.
She yelped with surprise.
A hot tongue licked her core thoroughly.
Oh heavens, oh heavens, oh heavens!!! The beast has its face against my privates. A horrified scream rose to her throat, and Emeriel swallowed it. What if it takes a bite? Or sink those huge fangs into my skin!
She whined, biting into the soft bedding to keep from making another sound...or doing anything that would anger the king beast.
Growls rose from its throat as it licked her there , over and over again. Slurping loudly, hungrily , as if it was starving and she was food. And it could not get enough.
Its tongue was not human-like. It felt forked and seemed to have blunt spikes. Emeriel was numb to any sensation being licked by this beast would have evoked.
She was too frightened, too hot from the heat, and simply too everything else to feel whatever pain it might have caused. And for that, she was quite grateful.
Paws grabbed her, spreading her legs even wider, holding her there. It licked her areas even deeper than before. Tongue circled around her opening, drinking all the wetness there as if it was dying of thirst.
The beast purred like a mellow kitten snacking on its favorite meal.
"Please," Emeriel cried, squeezing her eyes shut, waiting for the inevitable. It would take a bite out of her at any moment. No one savored food this long without taking a bite.
Pushing its tongue into her opening, the beast pressed down, and an unexpected flood of pleasure swept through Emeriel.
Her eyes snapped open, going wide.
The beast did it again, its forked tongue pushing into her opening and swirling it around.
"Noo...!" she yelped, trying to pull away. But its grip tightened on her thighs, holding her down effortlessly as it licked inside, sucking all of her wetness from the very source into its mouth.
Oooooh, godsss, what was it doing!? Emeriel shrieked inwardly, freaking out at the unnatural response of her body.
But her fright didn't stop the pleasure. It grew, spread, overcoming the numbness.
Her heat had dulled too. The beast's actions had somehow calmed the persistent hotness.
Its forked tongue pressed against a gland inside her, making her see stars. She squealed, trying to pull away.
The sensation was too intense. So pleasurable it was almost pain. Surely this feeling was not normal. It simply could not be.
The beast purred, pressing hard against her gland again.
The tight feeling inside her dissolved into millions of ecstasy as Emeriel came with a scream.
A gush of liquid flowed from her as she released. The beast drank it all. Greedily. Its tongue worked fast and enthusiastic inside her virgin body.
It’s too much! Emeriel felt as if she was going to come out of her own body.
Fortunately, the pressure of that forked tongue began to ease and slowly came to a stop.
Thank heavens—
Something even more enormous pressed against her opening.
"No, no, wait!" Emeriel started to move, but the beast snarled.
A hand gripped her small arm, two of those sharp claws digging into her skin. Emeriel screamed as her skin tore, and blood began to trickle down.
But the beast just held her still, not attacking. Oh, by the sky, I’m going to die!
Emeriel tried to hold still as the beast mounted her; looming over her from behind. Its body covered her, his manhood pressing again...
"Please, you c-can't fit," she cried, trying to close her legs, but the beast's hold was too strong.
That organ pressed harder, relentless, till his tip barreled inside.
Emeriel screamed. Pain and dull pleasure rushed through her body. But, the harder it pressed, the more the pleasure faded, and the pain became more profound. It hurt badly.
As if that wasn't enough, the beast applied more pressure, trying desperately to get inside completely, but her virgin body fought the invasion. Emeriel sobbed.
The beast snarled in anger. As if she was deliberately keeping him out.
Its movements grew rougher, more forceful.
"You're going to break me in two,” Emeriel wailed, writhing. “Please, stop. Oh heavens, help me!" she cried out in desperation, feeling the intense pressure building inside her .
"It burns. It b-burns." Can it hear me? Emeriel was not sure, but she pleaded anyway. "Please, be gentle with me, I beg of you. I'm not keeping you out, I s-swear it!" She said frantically, "It's just, I've n-never done this before...!"
Another angry snarl. Then, a particularly forceful thrust drove its member deeper into her untrained body, ramming halfway in.
An agonized, high-pitched scream tore from her throat. Emeriel clawed at the sheets in an attempt to evade this excruciating pain, but to no avail.
Another hard thrust. And another. And another.
Her vision faded into a blur, the room alight with the sounds of her screams, her whole body quaking. By the time his phallus was fully seated inside her, Emeriel was on the verge of passing out.
Every inch of her privates felt as though a searing-hot spike had been driven deep inside. A colossal, scorching inferno of pain .
Tears streaming from her eyes, she shook like fragile leaves in the wind. So full. Everywhere hurts.
Fully inside, the beast purred with apparent satisfaction. Then, it was moving, its phallus plunging into her body.
Emeriel yelped with each thrust, hurting beyond measure. Too much. It is simply too much .
Eyes rolling back in her head, she passed out cold.
A heavily pregnant Urekai woman paused at the entrance to the corridor leading to the chambers of the Grand Lord of Blackstone. She turned to her male companion. "I shall continue from here."
The male, a Urekai high lord and her bondmate, looked at her gently. "I understand. I will wait for your return here. Go and answer your master’s summons."
She gave him a soft smile before continuing down the corridor, the faint sounds of celebration still echoing in the distance. When she reached the sturdy oak door, she knocked once and waited calmly.
"Enter, Merilyn," a deep, familiar voice called from inside.
Merilyn stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. Bowing respectfully, she greeted, "My lord."
Grand Lord Vladya, who stood facing the window, turned to glance at her over his shoulder. A small smile touched his lips as he looked at her.
"No need for formalities tonight." His eyes softened warmly. "Even heavy with child, you are as beautiful as ever, Merl."
A soothing smile spread across her face as she stepped further into the room. "I am not sure if that is a compliment, Vlad. I look like a watermelon. Had you called me seven months ago, you might have seen me in a better state."
"You look stunning now. Besides, I am sure Henry keeps you quite busy."
"Never too busy to nourish my master," she replied firmly. As she approached, he wrapped her in a warm embrace and kissed her forehead tenderly. "Henry and I worry about you, my lord."
"Do not worry. You have your baby to think about. Have I told you how happy I am for you?” He pulled back, his eyes holding a rare gentleness reserved for his bloodhost. “You and Henry worked so hard to conceive, and now the little one is here."
"Three hundred and eighty-four years," she corrected with a soft smile. "It is hard to forget when one counts each day with so much hope."
"I understand. So, you need not worry about this grumpy old male. I have simply been busy, that is all," Vladya assured her.
Merilyn let out a sigh. "You know that food can only give temporary energy and is never enough for alphas. You need blood regularly. Why risk turning feral when I am always ready to feed you? I am just a few miles away."
That was Merilyn. Always caring, always concerned, always doing her best to care for him.
Lord Vladya felt true joy knowing she carried a child after so many years of trying. She would undoubtedly be a wonderful mother.
"Daemon once went five years without feeding and stayed in control," he reminded her.
"But he came dangerously close. Only drinking from Grand Queen Evielyn–even though her blood could not fully sustain him–kept him sane during that time. The terrible headaches nearly broke him, and his health suffered greatly until he finally called for his bloodhost.” Merilyn’s smile faded into a worried expression. "You do not have a bondmate, dear Vlad. You cannot keep living like this. I do not want anything bad to happen to you."
Merilyn finally took notice of her surroundings. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of a still figure lying on blankets at the far end of the spacious chamber.
A human female?
Emeriel woke to a heavy weight pressing down on her. Pain shot through her body, especially in her lower region.
The beast’s deep growl brought the memories flooding back. The beast is mounting me!
"Please, that's enough, it hurts so much," she sobbed, trying to move, but the beast growled in warning. Its shaft sawed in and out of her, as if it wanted to own her inside. Emeriel could no longer feel her heat, but the beast clearly wasn’t done with her.
Its manhood pressed against that strange gland inside her, massaging the swollen spot.
A wave of pleasure like nothing she had ever felt before washed over her. The beast stabbed her there with its thick organ, particularly hitting that gland over and over again.
A scream ripped from her throat as an orgasm tore through her body, shaking her with its intensity. Her body clenched tightly around the thick shaft, milking her from within.
The beast let out a deep, pleased groan. Its pace quickened.
When the orgasm drained out of her, Emeriel was completely exhausted.
The feral creature pulled its length all the way out, only to slam it back in, hitting a bump deep inside her that made her see red. And, this time, not in a good way.
Emeriel wailed, her fingers clutching the sheets. Again and again, he thrust in, hitting the same spot deep inside her that simply hurt.
Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks with each hard thrust of its merciless dick.
“By the lights, I’m going to die tonight,” she sobbed.
The beast was trying to penetrate her womb, but since she was not in full heat, the spongy mouth of her cervix stayed sealed shut.
Either the beast had no idea, or he simply did not care. It thrust into her ruthlessly. Mercilessly. As if it wanted to batter its way in.
“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” she wailed, writhing beneath the mighty beast. As a syren, her body would open to accommodate his size without being torn from within.
But without proper preparation and gentleness needed to ease a syren into heat sex, Emeriel was simply in agony.
Even as her syren gland desperately pumped out more fluid, her body hurt as if she were being boiled in scalding oil.
A loud roar ripped from the feral's throat, stilling as its semen shot into her body...coating her insides, filling her up. Triggering another orgasm from Emeriel.
Without any warning. Devoid of pleasure. Just an overpowering and inexplicable feeling that flooded her senses. It was surreal.
Emeriel squealed, trying to scramble away from the onslaught of sensations. But the beast roughly pulled her back, pinning her down with its paws, forcing her to take it all. Every last drop.
She wailed. Shrieked. Screamed.
When the beast finally withdrew its member, Emeriel's arms gave way, and she collapsed onto the bed, her head spinning.
She had no strength left in her, and there was a pool of semen where she lay. Weakly, she turned her head to gaze at the beast. Relief flooded her as she saw the beast pulling away.
Oh, thank heavens. It's all over.
But when the feral creature rose, it grabbed Emeriel’s legs and dragged her toward the edge of the bed before hoisting her up by her midriff.
Surely, he can’t want more...
“No, no, no,” Emeriel struggled, flailing, unable to find a foothold. The beast carried her halfway across the chamber, and as quickly as it had begun, it abruptly ended. Her knees met the cold, hard floor, and her hands instinctively reached out to maintain balance.
When she sensed that hard, rugged body behind her once more, and felt that enormous member nudge her sore privates, a sense of dread settled in her belly.
Light above, the beast is not done with me.
Oh demons, I’m going to die tonight.