Chapter 6
Beasts Beholden to Our Impulses, As If We’d Never Been Taught to Be Civilized
Blood … sweet, exquisite blood. Never had I thirsted for it with such painful desperation.
Never had it tasted so delicious, as if it were the very nectar of the Etherlands itself.
It slid down my throat as smooth as honey.
Thought was elusive, self-awareness insignificant compared to the depth of ecstasy that gripped me with every gulp of his blood I consumed.
I’d never get enough—of his blood or of him, I didn’t know which, and I didn’t care.
I drank, and I drank, and I drank. It was ambrosia, licked by Fuerin flame and glazed shiny by the heat of its fire, then blessed by the entire twisted family tree of demigods.
I felt my dreams closer, achievable, like no reward could be this great and not come with concomitant blessings.
This blood—his blood—it was … fuck, it was scorching everything.
Only one other element reached through the thrill of his blood, and that was his arousal. It was powerful, tangible, and when mingled with mine, heady and intoxicating.
My arms wrapped around his shoulders, my hands clawed at his back. His were entwined around my waist, pressing me to him, as if we were longtime lovers. My fangs were sunken into his neck, my lips pressed against his smooth skin, my tongue undulating with the flow of that beautiful, silky blood.
I grunted, groaned, and moaned, growled, sucked, and suckled—a beast beholden to my impulses, and unapologetically so. The man in my embrace—mine—moaned and gyrated as much as I did. He thrust his hips against mine with a frenzied desperation that sizzled down to my bones.
Too many clothes separated us. I raked my hands around from his back to the buttons that clasped his leather vest. He growled like an animal, making my core clench and my fingers fly faster. I swallowed a large gulp of velvety smoothness while I loosened the ties that fastened his britches.
As if in a fevered dream, his hands roved my body, feeling like they were everywhere at once—then my breasts were free, my heated flesh soothed by the cold air, my nipples drawing tight.
The air chilled my thighs next, and then his cock sprang, hard and thick, against my abdomen.
With my fangs still piercing his flesh, I gasped and shoved without looking at his pants, pushing them down his legs.
He bucked against me, the head of his dick dragging along my slick folds. He moaned so long and so hard that I felt the vibration in his chest beneath my splayed palms, working its way through his throat. That next drink of blood was the best yet.
He jabbed up into my folds again and shuddered. “Fuck. I’m already so close to coming.”
If he said more, I didn’t register it. Without softening my bite, I wrapped a leg around his hips, opening myself to him. Whether he thrust inside me or I yanked him into me, I had no fucking clue, nor did I care. All that mattered was that he was where he belonged. Where I needed him.
He thrust and thrust and thrust. I drank and drank and drank, my fangs tearing at his neck with each violent slam of his hips against mine.
At some point, his dick grew more exquisite than his blood as it filled me in ways I had yet to be completed. With a savage yank of my fangs, I released him. His blood dribbled down my chin, onto my neck, before he dove in to lick me clean.
We fucked as if we’d never been taught to be civilized.
We were animals with animal needs and the means to satisfy those needs right then, right the scorch there.
At some point, to a thrilling cacophony of juicy-wet-sounding slaps as he plowed into me, over and over again, he sank his fangs into my Majora vein just above my collar.
Never before had I allowed anyone to drink from me; never had I imagined I would; and certainly not when my power was dampened.
But when he pulled that first mouthful of blood from my vein, I cried out in surprise as a sudden and urgent ethercrest surged through me, shocking my limbs as much as my core.
I shuddered, whimpered, and shook, his mouth still latched onto my neck, and he roared.
His tongue vibrated against my open skin, and he drove into me while his own ethercrest exploded through him.
His dick pulsed inside me, his seed hot as it sprayed my greedy, still clenching walls.
My legs wrapped around his hips like a vise, with a rattle of my ankle chain, I finally went limp. He sagged onto me. Lucidity tickled at my awareness, beckoning to me.
With another clank of the chain fettering my ankle, he lowered me down fully onto the bed.
He sank over me, his biceps bulging. His hair slid across his shoulder to swing across my breasts.
He lowered his head, flicked his tongue across each nipple, then sucked hard on my neck, drawing a gulp of blood so great I felt it leave my body with a rush of lightheadedness.
His cock grew rigid again; I slickened more.
Together, we groaned so loudly we might have shaken the castle to its foundations.
Without care, I shoved his head from my vein.
My flesh ripped with a sharp, audible tear.
In the next moment, I sank my fangs into the untouched side of his neck.
When I pulled that first drag of blood—in synchronicity with a strong, fierce, possessive pump of his hips, driving his gorgeous, big cock inside me—all rational thought once more abandoned me.
I gave myself completely to the taste of his blood, to the fullness of his dick filling me. I allowed my monster the control it had so long craved.
I gave myself entirely and wholly, without reservation … to my enemy.