Chapter 11 Vivi
CHAPTER ELEVEN
VIVI
My throat is raw.
To the point that I can no longer swallow.
My legs are bruised from the shower tiles.
And I’m pretty sure I’m never going to be able to sit again, thanks to Ciprian’s tail.
I’ve been on my knees for hours, taking his cock in my mouth, swallowing his cum, only to miss a few drops and having to start again.
He’s determined to ensure he finishes entirely down my throat. But I can’t take any more. And I don’t know how to ask him to stop.
When he presses the head of his massive dick to my lips, I whimper. I can’t help it. I’ve lost count of the number of orgasms exchanged between us. “Ciprian,” I try to say, but it’s a rasp of sound.
His grip in my hair tightens, and I know he’s about to shove himself into my mouth for the sixth or seventh time. Only, he pulls my head back further, like he did what feels like hours ago when he came all over my breasts.
I try to meet his gaze, to tell him with my eyes that I need a break. Water. Something.
But the world starts to swim, and I can’t focus on anything at all.
Darkness descends, only to blink back into bright color as my reality shifts. Chilling air hits me, drawing a hiss from my swollen lips. However, it’s short-lived.
Something rumbles. Ciprian, I think. Is he growling?
“Drink,” he murmurs, his voice very close to my ear.
I wince, unsure if I can drink any more of him right now. I’m so full of him that I don’t think I’m capable of swallowing any more.
However, he doesn’t give me a choice as he presses something hard and wet to my mouth. I feel like weeping as I part my lips to obey, to take another thrust, only all I receive is some warm liquid.
Is he jacking off into my mouth now? I wonder dizzily.
It’s then that I realize my eyes are closed. I just don’t have the energy to see anymore.
So I simply… swallow.
The taste isn’t right. It’s… it’s sweeter than his cum. Thicker. Yet just as hot against my tongue.
My brow furrows as I try to determine what he’s feeding me. Then I jump when I feel him touch my legs. “You’re injured,” he says, sounding annoyed. “I’ve hurt you.”
No shit, I want to tell him. That’s what happens when you keep a woman on her knees for fucking hours.
“Hmm,” he hums. “Well, this is an interesting development. I suppose I should have expected it, though, with the blood exchange.”
Blood exchange? I think, confused. What blood exchange?
“The one happening right now,” he replies.
I mentally blink. What? Is he talking to me or to someone else?
“There is no one else I could be speaking to at present, pet,” he murmurs. “Though, I should send a request down to Radu. I’ll do that once I’m satisfied with your healing.”
Okay… I’m entirely lost.
“You’re not lost, Viviana. I merely brought you to my room so I can properly tend to you,” he says. “I was too rough. Again. I’m sorry. Humans are just so… fragile.”
While I hear the latter part of what he’s saying, I’m still focused on the former part because he responded to my thought. You can read my mind?
“I can now, yes,” he says. “As I said, it’s expected from the blood exchange.”
Blood… exchange… I force my eyes open, needing to see exactly what I’m drinking. Blood. I’m… you’re feeding me… blood.
“To heal you, yes.” He stares down at me from above.
Because he’s holding me.
In his lap.
And he’s still wearing that pristine suit. He never once removed it, even while the water flowed freely behind me in the shower.
How many hours were you fucking my mouth? I want to demand.
“It was only ninety minutes or so,” he tells me, clearly hearing the thought in my head. “Next time, we will aim for two hours.”
I gape at him. You’re going to kill me.
“Not purposely,” he says, frowning a little. “In fact, I very much want to ensure you remain alive. That’s why I’m feeding you my essence, Viviana.” He pulls his wrist away from my mouth, his gaze going to my lips.
I merely gape at him as he leans down to lick me clean. Then gasp when his tongue slides in to meet my own.
One moment, he’s forcing me suck his cock. Then he gives me blood. And now… now he’s kissing me with a sweetness that has my toes curling.
This is maddening, I think, bewildered. I don’t… I don’t know how to do this.
Neither do I, he whispers back into mind, his mental intrusion shocking me. That’s why we’re going to learn together.
How are you in my head? I ask, wary and startled. Or have you always been able to do this?
I’ve never been psychically connected to anyone before, Viviana. Only to you.
What does that mean?
Rather than respond, his hands move to my sides. Then he pulls me upright in his lap and forces me to straddle his thick thighs—all while continuing to kiss me.
It’s like I’m a slave to his needs, my body moving with his in a submissive dance.
He deepens our embrace, his tongue mastering mine in languid strokes as his chest rumbles in approval. It’s not a growl but a purr, and the sound lulls me into a strange sort of soothing trance.
I actually sigh.
Everything feels… safe. Calm. Utterly peaceful.
Which is a lie.
This monster just had me on my knees for… only ninety minutes? I think, bewildered. God, it felt like hours…
Maybe because it was a whirlwind of activity. I was just trying to keep up. Swallowing. Sucking. Coming.
I try to recount how many times he exploded in my mouth, but I can’t. It’s all a blur of sensuality and pleasure and… and pain.
Only, the pain is more recent. And it appears to be abating now. Thanks to his blood.
“Mmm,” he hums against my mouth. “Your mind is… loud. Yet fascinating.” He pulls back to stare at me, his irises crimson in color. “Having access to your thoughts will prove most useful during our next session, Viviana. I’ll be able to better determine your limits.”
“Or you could just ask me for my limits,” I tell him, pleased that my throat appears to have magically recovered.
Magically… literally, I realize. Because of his blood.
But I ignore that part and focus on the monster I’m straddling.
“You could also give me a safe word,” I inform him flatly. “But then, verbal consent doesn’t seem to matter to you, does it?”
His eyebrow lifts. “You’re displeased with me?”
“I’m more than displeased with you,” I snarl at him. “I’m furious with you.” Though, I can’t really articulate why. I feel fine now.
But I didn’t minutes ago.
I… I was well beyond my limits of fine.
I was terrified he might make me inhale his cum and kill me.
His lips curl down. “I stopped the moment your body told me to.”
“That’s not how this…” I trail off and close my eyes. “Ciprian. I realize you’re a Strigoi King and used to having mistresses who will do whatever you want. Or…” Now it’s my turn to frown.
Because he said he’s never done this before, that he needed me to remain calm while he learned how to fuck my mouth.
Mine, specifically? Or… or in general?
“I’m so confused,” I whisper, meaning it. “Is it that you’ve never been with a human before?” I guess out loud. “Is that what you meant?” I open my eyes once more and look at him. “You’re used to other, er, Strigoi in bed?”
He stares at me. “I don’t allow anyone in my bed, Viviana.” He cants his head. “Sleep is a vulnerable state for a Strigoi.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
A ghost of a smile tilts his lips on one side. “I know.” He lifts his hand to my cheek, then runs the back of his fingers down my neck.
“Did you just make a joke…?” I ask slowly, trying to understand him.
“I don’t joke.” A serious statement. Yet I swear there’s a glimmer of mirth in his gaze as his irises slowly return to an obsidian color. “I’ve never been with another being in an intimate manner, Viviana. You are my first. In all ways.”
I gape at him. “What?” That can’t be true. Or maybe we’re having some sort of misunderstanding in terms. “You’re several hundred years old.”
“Over a thousand years, actually,” he tells me.
“There’s no way you’re a virgin,” I go on, almost ignoring his comment. But I mentally catalog the information since it’s the first personal detail he’s given me about himself.
Unless… unless he means it about being inexperienced.
“Virgin is a sweet term, one that feels too inadequate to describe who and what I am.” He sits up a little straighter, his intense gaze holding mine.
“As the Strigoi King, I need an heir. It’s beneath me to indulge in a frivolous affair with an unworthy candidate.
Therefore, I’ve waited for the right opportunity to… play.”
His words roll through my head, my mind comprehending the concept behind them, but not quite believing what it means. “So you’ve never… been with a human.”
“I’ve never been intimate with anyone,” he says, repeating what he’s already told me. “Except you.” He cups my cheek again. “That’s why it’s important for you to remain still when I’m using you, pet. I’m learning the limits of our connection. And I do not wish to harm you.”
“Using me.” That phrase irritates me almost as much as it turns me on. “Using me for pleasure? Using me for an heir? Using me for… what exactly?”
“Yes.”
I wait for him to elaborate.
He doesn’t.
“That doesn’t answer my question, Ciprian.”
His jaw clenches. “Are you aware that it’s improper for a pet to call a king by his first name? Some may even call it rude.”
“Are you aware that it’s rude to call a woman a pet?” I counter. “Are you aware that it’s rude to tell a woman you want to use her? Or to fuck her mouth until she nearly passes out?” I glare at him. “It’s also rude—”
His lips claim mine, silencing me.
I almost fall into the kiss. Almost.
Then I remember that he can apparently hear my thoughts.
So I continue listing ways he’s been rude within my mind.
It’s rude to use your tongue to silence someone.
It’s rude to stick a tail in someone without asking.
It’s rude to choke someone with your cock.
“Is it rude to gift your intended mate with so much pleasure that she passes out?” he asks, his lips brushing mine with every word. “Is it rude to feed her your blood so she survives and comes back stronger than ever?”
I glare at him. “It’s rude to assume someone is your intended mate without actually asking.” My words lack heat, mostly because my mind is whirring with the phrase intended mate.
What does that even mean? I wonder.
It means I intend to make you mine, he replies mentally. It also means I would very much like you to stop chastising me now so I can properly care for you.
Care for me how? I ask warily. Because I don’t think I can handle another orgasm right now, King Negru. I purposely use his last name and title since he claimed it was improper for me to call him Ciprian.
“Mmm, I stand corrected,” he says, brushing his nose against mine. “I like it when you call me by my first name.”
“But it’s improper, isn’t it?” I sass back at him.
He smiles.
And I basically stop breathing.
Because wow.
He has a beautiful smile. It’s unworldly handsome. Which, given that he’s not of this world, makes sense. But it’s really not fair for him to look that alluring.
“Your lack of fear where I’m concerned is truly thrilling,” he says. “And borderline suicidal.” He brushes his mouth against mine, then grabs my hips and lifts me off his lap. “I will feed you now.”
I take several steps back, my knees shaking with the effort. He may have given me his blood, but I don’t feel fully recovered yet. Or maybe… maybe it’s panic making my legs shake. Regardless… “I’m not ready to eat more…” I trail off and look at his groin. “I…”
His lips curl again. “I’m sure I could entice you to change your mind. But I was referring to food. You can suck my cock for dessert.”
“Lucky me,” I deadpan.
He arches a brow. “You have no idea how lucky you might become, Ms. Dalca. If you become my mate, you’ll be the Strigoi Queen.”
“And do I get a say in this potential future?” I demand. “Or is it assumed that I’ll accept?”
His gaze runs over me as he stands. “You’re displeased with me.”
“No shit,” I snap. “You just treated me like a sex doll, Your Highness.” I can’t help the note of sarcasm in my tone. “I realize you’re a Strigoi, but I’m a human. I have to be able to breathe.”
“I believe I ensured you inhaled just fine through the experience.” He steps around me and starts to walk away, dismissing the conversation.
“Don’t do that,” I tell him. “Don’t treat me like I’m insignificant.”
He pauses and turns, his brow furrowed. “In what way have I done this?”
“You never let me finish talking.”
“Because your commentary is frivolous.”
“Not to me,” I reply, suddenly exhausted. “It’s not frivolous to me.”
“I see.” He turns again, and my shoulders fall.
Defeat washes over me.
This is pointless, I think. He’s not human.
I’m not, he replies into my mind. But I know you need sustenance, so I shall have something brought up. We will talk more in a few minutes.