CHAPTER SEVEN
7
Morwenna
What is he doing?
My heart skipped a beat, and my breath caught in my throat when I heard the sound of him unzipping his pants. He couldn’t be doing what I thought he was doing, could he? Was it because I talked back at him that he’s resorting to this?
Before I could comprehend, he withdrew his manhood from his black pants after unzipping them, causing my heart to race even faster as my gaze fell upon his sizable cock, erect and commanding attention.
The thought struck me: was he planning to have sex with me? Would I become a victim like those humans I saw in the blue room, like Theresa?
“Part your lips for me, Morwenna,” he commanded, his voice dripping with sinful desire, and I couldn’t help but feel a wave of fear wash over me. The idea of sucking on his manhood while others watched, including the princes of sin and Theresa, sent a shiver down my spine.
As if sensing my thoughts, as he always seemed to do, he extinguished all the candles with a flick of... not his fingers. He didn’t utter a single word, yet a spell was cast silently, snuffing out the thousands of candles that illuminated the dark castle, leaving only two hovering in the air to provide dim light.
In the darkness, I could hardly see, but I knew his brothers, being vampires, could likely see just fine.
Even amidst the shadows, I could discern the pulsing presence of his manhood, and my breath hitched at the sight.
His hand, still resting on my head, urged me closer, exerting a charm over my body that made it feel as though I had no control.
Despite his efforts, I stubbornly refused to part my lips.
No, there was no way I was going to succumb to this.
No way.
His cock pressed against my sealed lips, demanding entry. “Open your mouth, Morwenna,” he growled through gritted teeth, while his firm grip on my hair sent shivers down my spine.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way, ever. I loathed him. I loathed Draven Vimic, or whatever he was.
“Quit being stubborn,” he urged, his voice dripping with lust. He wanted me to speak, knowing that if I dared to open my mouth, he’d seize the opportunity to force himself inside. But I held my mouth sealed tight.
His voice, thick with lust, seemed to weave an invisible enchantment over my body, particularly my trembling lips. It was as if they had a will of their own, betraying my resolve to keep them shut. But I fought against his influence with all my might.
“Stop resisting, Morwenna,” he murmured, his voice dangerously low, but his words only fueled my determination to resist.
Yet, despite my efforts, my lips seemed to inch closer and closer to parting, urged on by his unseen power.
Then, he pressed my head forward, and his pulsating manhood brushed against my face, teasing my lips until I relented.
No, no, no... my mind screamed, feeling suffocated and breathless as I struggled against his control.
As I gasped for air, he seized the opportunity to thrust his throbbing length into my mouth. It was overwhelming.
“Good,” he praised, his voice demanding compliance. “Open wide for me, Morwenna,” he commanded, and my lips, still under his spell, parted further, allowing him to push deeper into my mouth until I nearly choked. His size was too much to accommodate fully.
I gasped for air, coughing as his manhood brushed against my lips once more, a frustrating reminder of his control over me.
Draven, ever impatient, thrust his length back into my quivering mouth, and I could only widen my eyes in disbelief as he moved in and out.
This couldn’t be real. It had to be a dream, a nightmare even.
I couldn’t be experiencing this, the feeling of being filled in my throat by him. But the coughs that escaped each time he pushed deeper served as a harsh reminder that this was all too real. Very real.
He withdrew momentarily, and for a fleeting moment, I hoped for a reprieve. Yet, my hopes were dashed as he plunged back in, and I gagged once more. Why did he insist on this? It was infuriating, yet... strangely intoxicating.
No, no, no... I screamed internally, reminding myself of my disdain for him. I had to resist, to maintain the fa?ade of hatred as I always had. But with him, it was different. This feeling, unlike anything I’d experienced with Daniel, stirred within me. I couldn’t believe I was even thinking such a thing.
He keeps using his cock to tease my throat relentlessly. One moment he’s slow, the next he’s quickening his pace. His size is surprising for a vampire like him, and I had always thought vampires didn’t get aroused by sex like humans do. Was I mistaken, or is there much about vampires, especially him, that I don’t know?
Then, his climax explodes in my throat as he pulls out, filling my mouth with the taste of his come. It catches me off guard, and I debate whether to swallow it or spit it out. Swallowing would imply enjoyment, but I have to pretend I didn’t enjoy it.
As I attempt to spit out his semen, his fingers leave my hair and grip my lips. He’s reading my mind again.
“Swallow it down your fucking throat, Morwenna,” he commands, holding my jaw up to I meet his eyes. With my jaw held up, I gulp down his cum along with my own saliva.
His eyes, once the color of the sun, now turn red—a sign of hunger, as I’ve witnessed before.
A smirk graced his lips as he stroked his cock with one hand, accompanied by a low groan escaping his lips.
Placing it against my lips, he commanded in a whisper, “Open up, love.” Under his control, my lips parted, and he pushed his cock into my mouth, sliding in and out while releasing my jawline to tangle his fingers in my hair, urging my head closer until his cock reached the back of my throat. The length of it caused me to gag, struggling to catch my breath.
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned, maintaining his pace, his member delving deep into my mouth. “Take it all in, love,” he whispered, pushing my head further, tears welling in my eyes from the impending length as my breaths grew ragged.
So this is what it means to suck a cock, especially from one I despise—a vampire, a Vimic.
Then, his come erupted into my mouth, and I found myself swallowing it, unsure if it was willingly or if my body was under his control, his charm.
“Oh yeahhh!” he groaned, his cum spilling from the head of his cock as I swallowed it down my throat. What choice did I even have? I felt different having a Vampire’s manhood in my throat.
With that done, he stroked his cock and swiftly slipped it back into his pants with inhuman speed. Meanwhile, thoughts flooded my mind about what I had just done.
“Yes, Morwenna,” I said to myself. “What have I done?”
His cold, intoxicating scent filled my nostrils as I sensed his face drawing closer to mine.
He had bent down, not on his knees like me, still kneeling on the floor before him.
His eyes searched mine, a hungry vampire crimson color flushing in them. I tried to look away, but his gaze trapped mine.
Then, his hand fell on my neck. Was he going to mark me by sucking my blood, as he had said? I wondered as his face drew closer, his thumb finding its way to the corner of my lips.
I thought I was going to suck it, but his touch sent shivers down my skin. These feelings were weird, different, and shouldn’t be in my head at this moment. I suspected he was the one putting this image in my head.
His thumb brushed against the side of my lips, wiping away something. “Oh, will you look at that,” he said, showing me his come that had rested on the side of my lips within my view. “You missed this.” Then, he placed his thumb on my lips and continued, “You shouldn’t be missing something like this, Love, especially when it comes to my cum.” His voice dripped with desire. “I need it all over your face, especially your lips,” he said, pressing his thumb into my lips, causing them to part slowly. A smirk brushed his lips. “And do you know what would be even more delicious?” His lips leaned forward, almost touching mine, as he pulled his thumb out of my slightly parted lips. “To have your lips on my tongue,” he whispered, the sin of lust staining his voice. Immediately, he slipped the dripping mixture of his release and my watery saliva onto the tip of his tongue and then lifted his tongue out, leaning his face toward my mouth.
“Now, open your mouth and suck my tongue, Morwenna,” his words weren’t spoken out loud, but rather communicated directly into my head. He was speaking to me through my mind as his face drew closer to mine. “Open up, love,” he added in my head, and my breath caught in my throat again as my lips started parting slightly.
“Good,” he said as his tongue slipped into my mouth. “Now, suck my tongue, Morwenna,” he added, and my body and mind found themselves obeying as I began to suck on his tongue, which was coated with his release. His hand fell on my hair once again, pushing my head further into his mouth as he began to stroke my hair while I sucked on his tongue.
A moan escaped my lips, mingling with his groan, as my mouth eagerly sucked deeper into his tongue.
He teased my mouth as he kissed me, his tongue delving into mine and even my throat, setting a fast pace that left me breathless. I doubted he was even out of breath, being a vampire and all.
Our eyes met, his crimson gaze slightly dimmed but still intense, as my ragged breaths fell on his lips, which remained tantalizingly close to mine.
Then, he straightened up from where he was standing. “Next time, Morwenna, it’s going to be your pussy,” he said, his voice dripping with sinful allure. My heart skipped a beat at his words. Did that mean I was staying, even though I had just declined?
“Can I go home now?” I dared to ask, my voice barely a whisper in the charged atmosphere. I was still kneeling, my mind swirling with thoughts.
“Don’t push your luck, Morwenna. You’re not leaving,” he said, his voice cold and final.
“But I said I—”
“You’ll be my servant!” he cut me off, his words hitting me like a cold wave. The idea of being his servant brought back memories of my vow never to work for him. Now, it felt like my fate was sealed, destined to serve him in ways I never imagined.
“Yes,” he confirmed, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Since you declined my invitation to be my wife, you’ll be my servant instead.”
“I...”
“You said you’d rather scrub toilets than be my wife,” he reminded me of my previous words, silencing the retort I was about to utter. “Then being my servant shouldn’t be that hard... except...” His voice trailed off, leaving a pregnant pause. “Unless you want to reconsider your words and be my wife instead of my servant—”
“Servant,” I interjected sharply. “I choose to be your servant instead!”
A scoff escaped him. “So you’d rather be my servant than my wife?” he questioned, sounding genuinely surprised.
“Yes. As I said, I’d rather scrub toilets than be yours forever as your wife!” I reiterated, recalling the weight of his earlier words.
“You’ll always be mine, Morwenna!”
“And I’ll never be yours,” I countered, echoing his words.
“And that’s why I’m going to keep fucking that mouth of yours until you accept that you’re mine!” he declared, his voice dark and menacing, sending shivers down my spine. Does that mean we’re going to have continuous sex? The thought alone made my heart skip a beat. My gaze fell to my knees, no longer meeting his eyes. “Your life will never be the same, Morwenna... you should know that,” he added.
Of course, my life would never be the same. I was going to work with the very person I hated, and worst of all, have sex with him. How could I expect my life to be the same?
“So I don’t get to go home...?” I ventured.
“Never!” he snapped.
With a flick, the atmosphere turned whispery once more.
Glancing around, I waited, feeling time slow down as if caught in a surreal pause.
Unaware, I assumed every vampire present had observed my ordeal, oblivious to their frozen state under his sway, his potent dark magic holding them captive. He wielded formidable power, earning him the title of ‘Lord,’ and I remained clueless about the moment he exerted it. It explained the eerie silence, reminiscent of a graveyard, as he dominated my very being.
Kneeling, still ensnared by his dark enchantment, I lowered my gaze, the candlelight reigniting under his influence, illuminating the countless flickering flames. My eyes sought out Theresa, her head bowed, likely unaware of the encounter between Draven and me. Thankfully, ignorance shielded her from that knowledge.
“Now,” Draven’s voice reverberated, commanding attention from his subjects. “I shall spare this supposed thief,” he declared, persisting in his unjust accusation, despite my innocence. Yet, it was all part of his calculated scheme. “She shall serve me,” he proclaimed, directing his words mainly at the princes of sin. “Exclusively me.”
“Does this mean she avoids death, brother?” inquired one of the princes of sin.
“I’m the one who decides her fate, not you,” he asserts.
“And do we share her, brother?” inquires another prince of sin.
“Didn’t you just hear what I said? I’m not sharing my servant with anyone. I don’t take from your servants or mistresses, so you all shouldn’t take from mine,” he declares, punctuating his statement with a threat. “If you do, I’m not afraid to consign you all to hell!”
“Wait, wait, wait, brother, you wouldn’t do that to your own brother,” protests one of the princes of sin.
“Don’t dare me, Cassian. One thing about me is I both hate and love to be dared. You don’t want to repeat what happened last time,” he warns, his words enough to silence them completely.
Then, his attention shifts to me. “Stand up!” he commands, releasing the spell that held me kneeling. I feel my body free again as I rise, blood rushing through my veins.
I didn’t meet his gaze, nor do I need to. “You’ve sealed your fate, Morwenna Petrova,” he murmurs, stepping closer. As I notice Theresa still observing, I instinctively take two steps back, mirroring his movement. However, he refuses to allow it, gripping my hand with vampire speed, specifically my right hand, where the deep cut still stings. A wince escapes my lips, and he quickly takes notice.
“Ah!” I stifled the pain within my breath.
“Your arm...” he murmurs, his voice softening as if a realization dawning. “Does it hurt?” he inquires, and I sense he can feel my pain and the flow of blood within it because, well, he’s a vampire, obvious, right? But the way his icy facade loosens upon discovering my discomfort sends a shiver through me. He shouldn’t exude warmth; he’s as cold as ice.
I don’t respond, just a wobbly nod of my head indicating neither yes nor no. It’s a confused nod, as if I’m uncertain how to answer.
Although, my confusion was stemming from being too captivated to meet his gaze. Enthralling, as always.
“Breathe in,” he instructs, his voice a low rasp and I comply, drawing a deep breath into my lungs. “Then out,” he adds, and I exhale the breath I’d been holding in my chest.
He murmurs some incantations, though I fail to grasp their meaning, and suddenly, I feel the world spinning around me, my head swimming along with it.
The pain in my arm intensifies, as though the wound is deepening, causing my breaths to grow more ragged. It’s agonizing, torturous. I had hoped he was healing me, but it seems he’s doing the opposite. This is the consequence of trusting a vampire, and now the pain persists, almost suffocating me.
“Morwenna,” he spoke sharply, “keep breathing.” As if on cue, his voice pierced through the fog of pain, and the agony receded. It stopped. Just like that.
My chest relaxes, my breaths, once ragged, now returning to normal. The pain is gone, completely. Does that mean he has healed me? His touch still lingers on my hand.
His gaze appears softened yet cold, as if he’s attempting to reclaim his icy facade.
“Your service as my servant begins, Morwenna, and I assure you, it won’t be as easy as you imagined,” he remarks, lifting my hand to his lips surprising a gasp from me. “Welcome to my manor, Morwenna Petrova,” he adds, his voice a husky caress. He brought it to his lips, sending a jolt of heat straight down my spine. A soft kiss brushed the back of my palm, lingering just a moment too long. And then I hear his words echo in my mind: Morwenna...you’re mine. Forever.