CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
36
Xul
Heat. All-consuming heat.
That’s the only thought that coheres when Elara’s near.
Her very essence ignites a fire within me, a desperate need that burns for release.
More than a caress, I crave a possession.
My fingers are a mere prelude; it’s my core that yearns to delve into the depths of her.
Every agonizing thrust, every guttural moan, I want them solely for my ears. A symphony of pleasure and pain, a melody she’ll compose for me and me alone.
As the crescendo of her cries pierces the air, I inhale, savoring the raw emotion.
My gaze meets hers, a possessive brand, unwilling to relinquish control.
Tonight, she’ll succumb entirely.
Yet, a glistening sheen on her cheeks betrays the facade.
Tears. My Elarabeth, the woman I intend to possess body and soul, weeps. An intriguing vulnerability amidst the coils of torment.
Perhaps the snakes’ embrace intensifies the pleasure of my touch, or maybe the sight of her defiance dissolving into tears fuels a darker desire within me.
Pain and pleasure, two sides of the same coin, a symphony I intended to conduct with exquisite precision.
One thing’s certain: when I fuck her, she bleeds.
When I fuck her, she doesn’t just moan; she cries.
When I fuck her, her pussy expands to accommodate every inch of me.
And when I fuck her, her thoughts are filled only with me and no one else.
And one more thing: when I fuck, I torture. It’s like a perfect harmony.
Elarabeth Vance, who now goes by Elara, is an unbreakable woman who likes to act tough in front of everyone. I know everything she does; I see everything she does. Elara may act tough, but in my presence, she trembles.
The mere calling of my name, the feel of my presence, the sound of my rumbling voice—capable of moving mountains—makes her shrink under my scrutiny.
I can break Elara with just one touch of my fingers on her skin.
I can break Elara by calling her the name she despises: Elarabeth.
I can break Elara by using hundreds of snakes to pin her down while my dick explores her tightness.
Fuck.
Dick. I mentioned it, and I must do it.
My fingers slipped away from my woman’s hot vagina. It’s still wet down there, a clear sign that Elara wants me inside her.
My dick throbs now, aching to be inside the vagina I have craved for years. I can feel it straining against my pants.
Magic crackled in the air, a low hum against my skin as I murmured an unlocking spell.
The leather belt binding my trousers loosened, then detached, levitating gently to the side.
The zipper on my fly hissed open on its own accord, a metallic serpent uncoiling.
The fabric pooled around my ankles, and with a slight flick of my foot, they slipped free, leaving the garment to rise like a forgotten dream.
Ignoring the magic for a moment, I unbuttoned my shirt with practiced ease, the fabric whispering against my skin.
Leaving it unfastened, I met Elara’s gaze. Her crimson cheeks, remnants of her passionate cries, held a flicker of boredom that pricked at my resolve.
A smirk played on my lips as I traced a slow path down my throbbing shaft, the heat of my touch igniting a spark.
A sheen of pre-come glistened on the tip, a testament to the fantasies I’d indulged in while exploring her depths with my fingers.
Yes, for all that time spent unraveling her secrets, a part of me had been consumed by the anticipation of this very moment – the chance to finally claim her with the very instrument that had dreamt of her touch for so long.
With a reluctant sigh, I withdrew my hand from the insistent throb, my eyes drawn to the treasure before me.
Elara’s legs, already spread wide in anticipation, trembled at my touch. A light caress on the silken expanse of her thigh ignited a flicker of desire within me.
Her lips curved into a tiny whimper as I administered a playful swat to the well-rounded globes that cradled her heat.
My hand drifted back, seeking solace in the familiar warmth of my shaft, stroking it with renewed urgency.
I kept stroking my cock as I whispered, “It’s happening, Elarabeth.” My voice was low and hushed, the anticipation palpable as I guided my arousal, slick with anticipation, towards the welcoming warmth I’d explored earlier with my fingers.
Her honey brown eyes, usually filled with a mischievous glint, darted down momentarily as if drawn by the urgency in my touch.
“Keep your eyes on me, Elarabeth,” I murmured, a possessive edge lacing my tone. Her gaze snapped back up, a flicker of rebellion dancing within its depths. Typical Elarabeth, I thought with a silent smirk. Even in the throes of desire, her spirit remained defiant.
The first exquisite press of flesh against flesh elicited a soft gasp from her.
The slowness was a delicious torment, each inch of my entrance a tantalizing promise.
I yearned to bury myself within her tight heat, to unleash every primal hunger that pulsed through me all those years.
We might be vampires, often seen as creatures devoid of human desires, but a few of us still craved the physical pleasure of sex along with the hunger for blood. I was one of the few who embraced both urges, and the desire to ravish her right now was overwhelming.
The conflict between my need for control and my raw desire to fuck her senseless was was driving me to the edge.
Just as I decided to give in, to thrust myself fully inside her and let our instincts take over, Elarabeth’s voice cut through my haze of lust, punctuated by barely suppressed moans.
“Wait,” she gasped, her face flushed with a beguiling mixture of fear and anticipation.
My body tensed, but I held her gaze. Every muscle in me screamed at me to continue, yet I couldn’t ignore the vulnerability in her plea.
“What is it?” I asked, a hint of impatience coloring my tone.
“You know this is my first time having sex...” she said, making my groin throb even harder.
“Do you want me to take it slow?” I asked when she struggled to finish her sentence.
“I wanted to say take it easy...” she replied.
“Easy?” I echoed.
“Remember, you still have these fucking serpents tied to me...” she reminded me, not that I’d forgotten. “So I was thinking you should take it easy while you penetrate me.”
I bit my lip hard, fighting my hunger. “They’re under my spells. They don’t bite unless I command them to,” I paused, leaning closer until my lips almost brushed hers. “I, Xul fucking Lin, the godmaster of time and magic,” I declared with a hint of pride, “doesn’t do ‘easy.’ Not with anyone, especially not with you, because your presence here doesn’t make it ‘easy’ for me. So your pussy isn’t getting any sparing today, understood?”
Her eyes widened, a flicker of defiance warring with the burgeoning desire in their depths. Before she could retort, I pressed on. “Repeat after me, Elara. Xulin doesn’t...”
A gasp escaped her lips, her breath hitching.
“Doesn’t...?” I prompted, a dark glint in my eyes.
“Come on...” I urged, biting my lip harder until I felt a bead of blood glistening on my lip. I knew she could smell it, the very essence of me. Hunger flickered in her eyes, mirroring my own. As she fixated on the tang of my blood, I seized the opportunity and began to slip my length inside her, slowly, agonizingly slowly, drawing another moan from her lips.
“Say it!” I commanded, pushing deeper with each deliberate stroke into her pussy.
“You said...” a choked moan escaped her lips, “you wouldn’t go easy on me...” she finished in a rush.
A chuckle rumbled in my chest as I continued my assault, my hand instinctively reaching for the cascading mane of her brown hair. My fingers snagged slightly, a playful tug that tightened my hold on the silky strands. “Good girl. So, do you still want kid gloves?” I asked, my voice rough with desire.
“Yes!” she gasped, a tremor running through her voice. Hadn’t she heard me the first time?
This defiance only fueled my desire.
To punish her disobedience, I slammed into her her depths with a possessive force, the fullness of me filling the tight heat that welcomed me. Fuck. Now that was what I was talking about.
A strangled cry escaped her lips as her legs convulsed beneath me, the slick walls of her pussy emitting a wet pop when I fully embedded myself.
My grip on her hair tightened, eliciting a whimper. “Didn’t you hear when I said I’m not taking it ‘easy’ on you?” I spat on her lips, the saliva tinged with my blood. Vampire senses were exquisitely sharp, able to detect blood anywhere, from the surface to a distant breeze. It was part of my plan – for her to catch a whiff, which she obviously had.
Hunger flared in her eyes, a primal need she couldn’t resist.
But unlike me and my brothers, Elarabeth Vance possessed an admirable control over her bloodlust.
Yet, even the strongest dam can crack under the right pressure.
But tonight, I would make sure that urge consumed her. Elarabeth Vance would be mine.
My grip tightened further when she took too long to respond. “Did you hear me, Elarabeth?” My voice was laced with primal hunger.
She swallowed audibly. “Yes,” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper. “I heard you!”
A groan ripped through me as I withdrew, the slickness of her pussy clinging to me like a second skin. Her breath hitched at the sensation. “How was that, huh? Having my dick inside you completely?”
“Insane!” Elarabeth rasped, the word laced with a feral edge that only heightened my arousal.
I slammed my length back into her, the heat of her pussy enveloping me. A strangled gasp escaped her lips as I did, the sound raw and intoxicating.
“I’ll need another word besides that, Elarabeth,” I murmured, savoring the way her full name vibrated against my throat when I spoke. My heated breath fanned across her face as I began to thrust, the rhythm steady but deliberate. Vampire speed could turn this into a blur of sensations, a whirlwind that would leave her body aching for days.
A low moan, a unique blend of discomfort and desire, rippled through her. “It hurts, Xul,” she cried out, her voice a desperate plea that sent a jolt through me.
“The pain will bloom into pleasure, El,” I promised, the words a guttural purr against her skin. A guttural groan escaped my own lips as her body, remarkably resilient, accommodated my size. I maintained a steady pace, savoring the way she tightened around me with each thrust.
Her breaths turned heavy, labored.
“There’s one thing about us vampires, Elarabeth,” I murmured, my voice a low growl between her strangled gasps and moans with my grip on her hair tightening, but controlled. “Unlike a human virgin, a vampire’s body, especially yours, El, possess an uncanny elasticity. It can stretch and accommodate a dick with remarkable ease, even for a vampire’s first time.” My lips moved closer to hers, licking the saliva I had previously spat into her mouth. The salty taste of my blood mixed with it as I rubbed it over her lips, then pecked her bottom lip, where the cut still lingered. Odd. Vampires heal quickly, but Elarabeth hadn’t.
Continuing, I said, “So, El, your pussy accommodates my dick quickly. You don’t need me to be slow when I—” I gritted my teeth, unleashing my vampire speed, and began plunging into her with a swift thrust. “—fuck you!” Her body shook and trembled under my touch, her moans growing louder and bloody.
“Do you feel it now, El? The sensation of having a dick inside you—not just any dick, but mine. Do you feel it? The desire coursing through your veins into your fucking red pussy?” My voice thundered with each word.
A strangled cry escaped her lips, quickly morphing into a desperate moan. “Yes, Xulin,” she gasped, her voice thick with surrender. “I feel it. Everything you say, I feel it all.”
A guttural question escaped my lips. “How does it feel, Elarabeth?”
“Amazingly insane,” she gasped, her voice laced with a throaty moan. “Beautiful. Ethereal. Like I’m on top of the world. And it’s all because of you, Xulin. Just you. Only you.”
Her words were stolen by moans that rose with every thrust of my hips. Each gasp for air fueled my own desire. I leaned in, claiming every inch of her face with featherlight kisses.
“You’re exquisitely insane, my One. Stunningly beautiful...” I trailed off, consumed by the sheer intensity of her. “Ethereal. You devour me, Elarabeth.” I stole a kiss, savoring the press of her lips against mine. “Every part of you,” I murmured between kisses, the possessiveness in my tone leaving no room for doubt. “You are my world, and within you, I find a completion that borders on emptiness.”
The pace of my thrusts slowed, a deliberate action designed to draw out the agony of her pleasure. “I love you, Xulin,” she confessed, her voice thick with emotion. “Even when you drive me to the brink of madness. Even when I try to run from you, your presence, your voice, your very scent...” She inhaled deeply, her ragged breaths mingling with mine. “Your...” Another sniff escaped her, barely audible. “Blood.”
A dark smile played on my lips. “Take it, Elarabeth. It’s yours, as I am yours.” A flicker of hesitation crossed her face, and I leaned back slightly, breaking the kiss. “I’ll respect your space, even though we are One,” I promised, my voice a low rumble.
“You promise?” The question hung in the air, laced with a sliver of disbelief.
“A promise,” I affirmed, pausing for a calmer effect. “...from me to you.” Her eyes widened, and our breaths mingled in a heated dance. I could taste hers, a mixture of exertion and something deeper, something I coveted – the taste of her very essence. These were the breaths I craved to capture, to hold close to my heart, forever.
Her voice, usually laced with defiance, now trembled. “I really do want to drink from you, Xulin,” she whispered, “but...” A ragged breath escaped her lips. “I can’t. The risk is too great.”
Elarabeth Vance. Defined by the shadows of her past, a past that mirrored the one I desperately outran. We were both warriors clad in armor forged from pain, perpetually fleeing battles we couldn’t outrun. Elara wore her toughness like a shield, her control over the primal hunger a constant source of both awe and frustration.
Until she drank from me, she wouldn’t be mine in the truest sense. Though I possessed her heart, the blood bond remained unformed, a connection I craved with a consuming intensity. I want her. I really do. I could claim her now, here, but the act would be a violation.
Respect, even for her tortured soul, was paramount.
Her surrender would be on her own terms, and when that day came, I’d be waiting.
“I understand,” I rasped, the words a physical struggle.
“You do?” Her voice carried a hint of skepticism. She knows how hard it is for me to honor her wishes, and harder still to resist her.
“Even though I want you so fucking much...” My grip on her hair loosened, a caress replacing the possessive hold. It was a slow, agonizing shift, mirroring the turmoil within. “I understand and respect your boundaries, Elarabeth.”
A hesitant “Thank you” trembled on her lips, cut short by a gasp as I leaned in. “Thank—”
“Don’t thank me,” I murmured against her skin, the heat of her a brand against my palm. “The delay is torture. Every passing moment makes me crave you more. Elarabeth, I can’t hold back much longer...” A guttural groan ripped from my throat. “I want to cum now, El...” My chest tightened. “To show you how much I want you, to fucking claim... ahhh... you!” I slammed the emphasis on the word, as I thrusted my dick in and out of her heated vagina.
A strangled moan escaped her. “I want to come too...”
A smirk tugged at my lips as I grazed the upper curve of hers, the heat of her skin igniting a delicious spark. I claimed her mouth in a ravenous kiss, the taste of her sending shivers down my spine.
“Then let’s come together,” I murmured against her lips, the words laced with a husky urgency.
A strangled laugh bubbled up from her chest amidst my deepening groans. “Vampires can’t get pregnant, right?”
The question, so ludicrous in the throes of passion, almost made me snort. “Let’s find out, shall we?” I growled, the sound raw and primal.
“I don’t want to be pregnant. Yet,” Elara gasped, her breaths mingling with her moans.
“You won’t be,” I assured her, my voice tight. “Don’t worry about it.” My control was fraying, every thrust sending a tremor through both of us with my groans intensifying along with her moans.
“Xul...” her breaths came in ragged.
“Yes?”
“Xulin,” her breath hitched in a ragged sob. “Before you...” she trailed off, a choked moan escaping her lips as I surged deeper. “I just wanted to say...”
The words were caught in her throat as her body convulsed around me. “I love you,” she finally managed, the confession echoing in the quiet room.
A familiar warmth bloomed in my chest. “You’ve told me this,” I managed, my voice a hoarse murmur against her skin.
“I know,” she panted, her eyes locked with mine. “Just say it back.”
“I...” The word hung suspended as my control shattered. A guttural groan ripped from my throat as I surged into her, the heat of her tightening around me sending me spiraling. Our climaxes intertwined, a symphony of gasps and tremors racking her beautiful body. With her heat clinging to me, I pulled away, the last of my seed trailing a glistening path down her inner thigh.
“Gods,” Elara breathed, her voice rough with satisfaction. “That was incredible.”
“...And Eternal,” I rasped, my hand trailing down her slick belly to cradle her heat. Our mingled fluids clung to her soft folds, predominantly mine. A single digit dipped inside her warmth, eliciting a soft giggle that morphed into a moan. “Seems I can’t resist ravishing this too,” I murmured, the pad of my finger tracing a slow, deliberate path in and out of her.
Elara’s face flushed a beautiful crimson, a strangled moan escaping her lips. That. That guttural yearning, that raw vulnerability, was my goddamn aphrodisiac. It fueled the inferno building within me.
“Tell me you love me back, Xulin,” she pleaded, her voice thick with desire.
“I love you. You are my eternal sunshine, Elara,” I growled back, my voice thick with desire. “The only light that warms the darkness within me.” Elarabeth Vance, the sun that could both nurture and scorch, the woman who defied me even as she surrendered, who could break me and yet leave me whole.
A slow smile curved Elara’s lips, mirroring mine. Our kiss was a slow burn, a mingling of passion and tenderness. Though her wrists and ankles remained bound by the damned snakes, the restriction only fueled the fire of our desire.
Following Elara’s lead, I kept the pace deliberate, savoring every touch, every moan.
My finger continued its exploration, a slow, rhythmic dance within her heat.
Then, a jolt of energy surged through me, a spark igniting deep within my core.
Elara’s kiss felt like a time warp, the world around us dissolving into irrelevance. Only she remained, a consuming presence that tangled with my fragmented memories. A voice, faint yet distinct, echoed from within those memories.
“Help me, please! My mother will never forgive me. Please, let her forget I killed Bethany… let her forget Bethany ever existed…”
A jolt ripped through me.
Years had bled into decades, yet the memory remained as raw and potent as ever. The sudden clarity could only mean one thing: Elara had finally unlocked the deepest chambers of her heart – and with it, the dam holding back the torrent of her past. It was all flooding back, cascading over me in a wave of raw emotion.
It’s like I could hear her thoughts unfolding before me. All of them.
My fingers, slick with the afterglow of our passion, traced a slow path across her heated skin, three digits now deeply buried within her pussy.
Our eyes met, a silent language passing between us.
Her lips stretched into a gasp, pleas of pleasure intertwining with a tremor of pain that sent shivers down my spine.
Her head arched back, eyes fluttering closed, a battlefield of ecstasy and something far darker.
In between those moans were cries of pain, pleasure mingling with her past and present.
But in her chest held another core of a haunted past, a secret that mirrored mine.
Elarabeth fucking Vance. What demons still clawed at you after all these... years? What horrors still haunted your dreams?
And it all fades to...black.