22. Tlacel #2
He pulled back with agonizing slowness, withdrawing every impressive inch to the very tip.
Then he shoved deep in one inexorable lunge to thud inside her.
She let out a guttural groan, shifting to a higher pitch as he pulled back again.
Again. Unhurried, he set a deliberate pace of heavy thrusts meant to rock the foundations of even a fellow Blood’s control.
Because our queen writhed and gasped and quivered with every thrust. She rubbed her face in Itztli’s blood, lifting her hips up for Guillaume’s devastation.
Without the other Blood helping hold her in place with a fierce grip on her thighs, G would’ve scooted her clear across the bed to smash up against the headboard or wall.
Her hot silken flesh pressed against Itztli. Her pleasure a tangible wet heat. Leaving him to fight his own release each time our queen came, while she tore him up and feasted on him. I dare say even Rik would be hard pressed to endure the temptation of coming with her.
I wasn’t even touching her, and my thighs were wet from my dripping cock.
I knew exactly how wet she must be. Her hunger rose, weighing heavy in the air.
Making it harder to breathe. The scent of blood only stirred her lust for more.
But if she sank fangs into Itztli, he’d be done.
She wouldn’t want to finish him before he’d had enough pain to satisfy his darker side.
For the same reason, she didn’t dare feed too much using her nails, for fear she’d drain him and end the challenge in unconsciousness.
Though how much pain could he reasonably endure? I didn’t know him well enough yet to judge how close he might be.
Guillaume wrapped his forearm around her neck and pulled them both upright.
I wasn’t sure why until I smelled Rik’s blood.
He pressed a bleeding bite to her mouth, deep enough to allow his blood to spill down her chin and splatter her breasts.
Our queen loved to be coated in blood. Especially while we fucked.
Fucking hell. My own erection passed from rock hard to agonized. Just from watching.
“Don’t forget about your hair, my queen.” Guillaume tossed a knowing wink in our direction. “I believe there’s more you could be doing to torment them.”
A thick tendril of hair wrapped around my cock. My breath hissed out. So did Tlacel’s. “Fuck you, knight.”
Guillaume laughed. “Any time, general.”
It might be my imagination, but her hair seemed to be feeding on the droplets of pre-cum dotting my skin.
In fact, the coils tightened on my cock, deliberately squeezing out more essence for her hair to absorb.
She wanted my release. So she could feed on it.
Which made it even more difficult to control myself.
Which any Blood knew full well, but especially the crafty knight.
Her desire crested in a crushing, flaming wave, rising higher, pulling us all with her.
Itztli scooted back from her slightly, releasing his cock from beneath her.
I thought he meant to gain some small quarter from the torment, but then he said, “Please, my queen. Bite me when you come. Take me with you.”
Brave, brave words for a Blood with such a delicate part of his body exposed for his queen. Especially when she’d just bitten a hunk out of the dragon. She could heal anything she did to us, but still.
“Are you saying you wouldn’t volunteer as tribute?” Tlacel’s voice was as tight and strangled as I felt.
“I would be the first to volunteer for anything she wanted to do. Merely admiring your brother’s resolve.
” My entire body quivered with strain. Sweat poured down the front of my body.
I reeked of lion. The sphinx swelled inside me as if it could force its way out of my body and give us relief.
Though I was no king. I could control the shift.
Except that first time Shara coated us both in her blood and bit me over and over…
A sound escaped my lips. I hoped it was a mean snarl worthy of the dragon but I feared it came out more like a whimper.
Tlacel huffed out a fucking laugh, low and soft but unmistakable. I turned my head to glare at him. “You’re doing well in this challenge.”
“Surrender is easy for me.”
Ah. Yes. The root of this challenge. My blood-starved brain barely remembered. “Count yourself lucky. Being able to fully surrender. Another’s will… Difficult. Almost impossible. For me. Especially… to her.”
Because every cell in my body wanted to act.
Not wait. Not endure. Answer her call. Charge to victory.
Slit my throat and offer her every last drop of blood.
Anything rather than sit here and do nothing but wait for her to release me.
Her hair glided around me, stroking me as surely as her hands.
Her magic moved inside me, like I wished to be moving inside her. Back and forth flow. Thrust and pull.
Goddess. I’m losing my ever-loving mind.
She cried out, a deep, throaty moan of climax. Then she struck. Leaning down to sink her fangs into Itztli’s inner thigh. Going right for the femoral like any vampire queen would. Her hair slipping over his chest, his splayed thighs, his spurting cock. Just like mine.
Fuck.
A roar of release tore out of my throat. I strained against my bindings, my entire body convulsing. Her hair poured over me, stroking out every drop so it could absorb and feed her. Then releasing me.
Panting, I leaned against the headboard, unable to hold myself up.
Muscles still quivering from the force of my climax.
Itztli was done, thanks to her bite. She lifted her mouth, allowing his blood to spray across her face, dripping down her throat.
Her breasts. Licking her lips, she leaned back against Guillaume, her arm curving back over her shoulders to curl around his neck.
Holding him close. Closer. Craning her neck so she could twist enough to sink her fangs into his throat.
He came on a deep bellow, his body jerking, shoving as deeply as possible, while she held him. Drinking him down.
Sagging back onto his bent legs, Guillaume didn’t make any move to bite and feed himself.
Letting her drink from him as long as she wished.
Another baller move from the ancient knight, because he couldn’t feed on anyone except our queen.
He would regenerate his blood stores without feeding on her, but it would take time. Days, even, if she drained him enough.
And Shara fucking Isador could drain every Blood in this room and still call more to her side. Including the blood of three thousand sphinxes flowing to me.
Rik was still hard but not in agony. He’d probably come already tonight, and as the alpha, he’d always recover the quickest with the longest endurance of any of us. The only other man still standing…
I turned my head to check. Tlacel was still bound in her hair. His head hung low, his chin against his chest, his long hair partially covering his face. Coils of her hair tightened around his cock, turning the tip a deep purplish red. But he was still fully erect.
Rippling black waves rose around him, carrying him like a floating boat on a sea of her hair to her side.
She cupped his face in her palms and gently tipped his head back so she could stare into his eyes.
“I need you, Tlacel. You remind me that not every challenge can be won with aggression or open warfare. Sometimes winning a challenge means enduring without reacting or saying anything at all. Just like we endured the queen of Rome’s challenge.
Surrender isn’t a weakness. You make it your—my—strength. ”
The binding hair fell away from his cock, making him shudder and gasp.
Yet he still didn’t release or even make a move to touch her.
She shifted her legs from beneath her, reclining back against Guillaume while she pulled Tlacel into the cradle of her thighs.
“Feed on me. Both of you. I need to feel your bites. Your mouths.”
The younger Blood might not fully understand how generous she was with her blood and her power.
Guillaume certainly understood, though. I couldn’t imagine Desideria had ever encouraged him to feed as often or deeply as he wished.
Let alone straight from her throat. Yet Shara curved her neck aside, welcoming his mouth.
His fangs. Tlacel bit the upper curve of her breast. She clutched his head close, running her hands through his hair.
Even deep inside her, he didn’t thrust. He didn’t need to.
She undulated beneath him, her thighs locked on his hips.
His breathing was loud in the room, ragged, strained, yet he still didn’t come.
Not until she finally tightened her hands in his hair, pulled his head up, and sank her brutal fangs into his throat.
Even his climax was a beautiful surrender.
Graceful and quiet yet so compelling. Eyes rolling back in his head, he gave every cell of himself to her.
Trusting her implicitly. She fed on him until his limbs were heavy, muscles loose, his eyes dazed and dark.
Not with weakness. But with supreme pleasure bordering on ecstasy.
She kissed his forehead. Each eyelid. His nose. “Please keep reminding me how to surrender, and if I ever forget to fulfill a need or promise made in passing, I command you to remind me. Whatever it takes, I will meet your need. Gladly. Because I love you. I love every part of you.”
Her gaze went to each of us, her eyes gleaming with expansive, infinite power. So much power could have been chilling to see reflected in her eyes. I’d seen a fraction of such power corrupt other queens and humans alike for millennia.
But her love was even greater than the bottomless well of power at her fingertips.
“I love all of you. For all time. So let it be.”
“Then may I make a request, Your Majesty?” I waited for her nod, her lips quirking as if she already knew what I’d ask. “Since I lost this challenge, I think my punishment should be another round.”