29. JUST… FEEL, RIEL.
Chapter twenty-nine
JUST… FEEL, RIEL.
Razarr stepped out of the chamber, letting the door close behind him with a quiet thud, leaning his head against it.
“How is he?” Lady Adissa asked as she approached. She tried to keep her panic at bay, but the tremor in her tone betrayed her. “Is he doing any better?”
Razarr shook his head gravely. “He’s waiting for you inside.”
Lady Adissa’s stomach churned. “But… has he eaten anything at all?”
“Not since yesterday,” the head soldier replied, his tone grim.
Her heart sank. Grand Lord Zaiper is in the blackest of his moods.
Oh, heavens.
She gripped her gown so tight her knuckles turned white under the strain.
No one knew what had caused his dark mood, though speculation circled around the Grand King’s visit to Greyrock the night his Soulbond was attacked.
Since that night, her master had fallen into one of those depressing, aggressive ways that rarely came, but when it did, was downright terrifying.
And since then, Lady Adissa had known no peace.
“Please go inside,” Razarr said, his voice softer now. “He is waiting for his bloodhost.”
Her legs felt like lead, but she forced them forward, the door creaking faintly as she opened it. Stepping inside, she shut the door behind her.
Tonight, the chamber had very little light, shadows stretching long across the walls.
Her master stood by the window, his hands clasped behind his back, his rigid frame outlined by the faint light of the moon.
He didn’t turn when she entered. The calm before a dark storm.
Adissa hesitated, instinct screaming at her to tread carefully. Nights like this were not new to her, but she dreaded how they usually ended.
Would tonight be any different?
The thought almost made her snort. She was asking the wrong question. The right one was… Are you prepared for this?
“Master, you sent for me.” She bowed.
“Feed me in the ways of old,” came the command, low and precise.
Lady Adissa’s hands moved to the ties of her gown, slipping them free, the air cool against her skin as she shed every layer.
The fabric fell away, pooling at her feet. Completely naked, she knelt before him, tilting her head to the side. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come.
Lady Adissa did not hear him approach, but suddenly, he was there, crouching in front of her. Then came the sharp sting of his elongated fangs piercing her neck.
Arousal slammed into her. She moaned, her body betraying her even as her mind fought to stay aware through the flood of pheromones.
You must keep your head. You must not lose restraint. Please, do not lose control.
But the more lord Zapier drank, the harder it became to think. His elixir coursing through her veins… it dulled her thoughts, replacing them with potent lust, her thighs trembling as she grew so wet.
His fingers trailed over her back, lingering at the curve of her waist before moving to cup her breast.
He plucked at her hardened nipple, pinching it lightly, teasing it between his calloused fingers, and she whimpered, sparks of pleasure shooting through her.
“Please,” Adissa begged, clutching her trembling thighs. “I… I am to be in my bondmate’s bed tonight. Please, My Lord… not tonight.”
A rush of new arousal swam her, making her burn with unbearable need, her master pumping her with a fresh dose of his elixir.
It was too much, Adissa felt like she would die if she didn’t feel him inside her.
Her thighs parted, seeking relief from the ache. His hand was already there, his fingers sliding along the sensitive skin of her inner thigh before plunging into her.
“Goddess,” Adissa cried, her back arching helplessly. Oh gods, I never win this battle.
Fighting him was useless. She’d learned that long ago. Her master always took what he wanted.
And tonight, she realized with a sinking heart, would be no different.
He finished feeding and rose to his full height, towering over her. “Bend over the desk,” he ordered, his voice hard as stone.
“Your Highness…” she started, tears in her pleading eyes.
“You were mine before you ever became his,” he snarled, his face inches from hers, his eyes burning with dark fury. “Do not make me repeat myself. Go to the desk and give me your back. Now.”
Tears streaming down, Adissa walked to the desk on trembling legs, bending over its polished surface.
Squeezing her eyes shut, she bit her lip, stifling her sob as he plunged into her. His grip on her hips as bruising as it was possessive.
She clung to the desk, tears spilling freely.
***
How dare you challenge me? You may be strong, Zaiper, but you are no match for me. You will never be.
The memory of Daemonikai’s words burned like a toxin in his mind. Teeth clenched, Zapier thrust into Adissa’s body, trying—and failing—to lose himself in her sweet pussy.
The physical pleasure was there, but his mind refused to quiet.
Daemonikai had humiliated him.
There may have been no audience to witness his disgrace, but it didn’t matter. The shame cut just as deep.
Zaiper had been reduced to the most degrading of positions—short of rolling onto his back and exposing his belly like a dog submitting to its master. And it had happened in his own home.
He hadn’t been able to look at himself in the mirror since. Hadn’t recovered, couldn’t forget it.
His pace quickened as he drove into Adissa’s trembling body harder, faster. Her whimpers and muffled sobs filled the room, fueling his fire. Healing the raw edges of his pride.
I am Zaiper. Second Ruler of Urai.
A male of power, of dominance. I hold sway over everyone in this kingdom—save one. I am not weak! I am not nothing!
For millennia, he had trained tirelessly to surpass Daemonikai in strength. Yet no matter how hard he tried, no matter how much blood he spilled, it was never enough.
That male had been sick , his body wracked with poison, yet still, he had effortlessly subdued him.
And not just subdued, he humiliated him, crushed him like an insect in a battle for dominance, leaving him trembling and cowardly… in his own territory.
If it could even be called a battle. More like a beating .
Zaiper’s eyes closed, stroking harder, moving in harsh, punishing thrusts. He focused on the physical act, the wet sound of flesh meeting flesh, the way Adissa’s body shook underneath him. It was bliss.
But even as he came, he was unfulfilled. No satisfaction, no relief. Only a deeper emptiness.
Pulling out, he straightened, tucking himself back into his clothing. “You may return to your bondmate now, with my semen dripping from your cunt every step of the way.”
She gave a strangled whine, her sobs growing louder as she straightened shakily. Shame written all over her as she gathered her clothes and walked out.
Zaiper watched her leave, a small satisfaction stirring in him. I still have power. I still have control over many.
And I will rise again.
If there was one lesson this humiliation had reminded him, it was the importance of discretion. Daemonikai must never learn the truth of his family’s demise.
He must never know.
Zaiper would be smarter, more careful, more calculating in his plans and their execution.
There were countless ways to bring a male like Daemonikai to his knees without issuing a direct challenge. Zaiper had done it before, after all.
And he would do it again. Daemonikai would pay for his arrogance.
By the time I’m done with him, he will hit rock bottom all over again. And this time, he will not survive.
***
Emeriel screamed when Grand King Daemonikai breached her body. Arching beneath him, Emeriel tried to escape the harsh pain tearing through her, but there was nowhere to run.
Her fingers scratched his to let go, pushing, struggling. "It really hurts," came out broken and shaky.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he said guiltily, kissing away the tears trailing down her cheek.
He pull out, just held himself still above her, tensed with restraint. “I’m all in now. It will stop hurting soon.”
It was the kind of pain that came from driving a burning knife into an open wound. But gradually, it began to fade.
She felt his tension, the effort it took him not to move, to give her time to adjust.
“Move. I’m okay now,” she croaked.
He rolled his hips slowly, careful not to hurt her further. Subtle moves to test her readiness.
Opening her eyes, Emeriel looked up at him, couldn’t stop watching him. The passion in his expression, the care he took with her.
She was greedy for the sight of him, this male who was buried deep inside her. Her breath coming in short gasps, her thighs twitching.
His slow thrusts gradually gained momentum, not rushed but with purpose. She felt stuffed to the brim with every glide of his hardness. Her body trembled with every move.
“Damn…” he grimaced, pleasure and restraint on his face. “You feel so damn good. No one has a right to feel like this.”
Emeriel wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. The lingering dull pain was still there, but it no longer mattered. The pleasure hadn’t truly begun, yet she couldn’t get enough of him.
“Good?” he asked with concern.
“Perfect,” she whispered, her voice soft but sure.
To ease his worry further, she rolled her hips against his, meeting his thrust. “Give me more of you. Take me the way you want.”
He swore under his breath as his hips jackknifed, and his rhythm shifted, faster, more forceful now.
Each stroke hit every sensitive spot in her, stirring rippling pleasure. She couldn’t contain the cries spilling from her lips, her body arching to meet his.
Look the way we fit, My Grand King. We were truly made for each other.
He pulled back, his hands uncurling her legs from his waist, forcing them apart, holding them wide as he plunged into her, fast and hard.
Her release came instantly and she cried out "Daemonikai," as it crashed over her. An unexpected rush that left her gasping and arching her body off the bed, as he fucked her through her climax and into the next. His ruthless pace pushing her to new, unexplainable heights.
Her screams pierced the night. Loud and high-pitched. Ripples of sensation rolled over her, floods of ecstasy drowning her.
Time slipped away, becoming meaningless as Emeriel surrendered herself fully to the insatiable pleasure he gave her.
The whole fortress can hear me. Yet, Emeriel was unable to control the sounds she made as she unraveled in his arms.
At some point, she found herself on her hands and knees while he hammered into her from behind.
The growls and wild snarls she had come to associate with his pleasure mingled with her moans. Her Beloved couldn’t get enough of her, just as she couldn't of him.
“Ohhhh,” she cried, her words dissolving into incoherent gasps as another wave of ecstasy dragged her under, her body convulsing.
Yet the grand king didn’t slow. His strokes never faltered even as she thrashed beneath him.
At one point, Emeriel was barely conscious from all the orgasms he’d pulled from her. She barely registered him moving her, positioning her at the edge of the bed, spreading her limp legs apart before burying himself deep once more.
He didn’t let her catch her breath. He made true of every threat, making her feel devoured .
“Daemon… ahhh, Daemon.” Deep down, she knew she shouldn’t be calling him that, but somewhere along the endless hours of the night, she couldn’t remember why.
His name became her litany, spilling from her lips like a prayer, over and over as he drove into her, taking her through every inch of the mattress.
“I know I should let you rest,” he growled, his voice rough with hunger as he pounded into her. “It’s your first time, your body doesn’t need this much strain. But for the life of me, I can’t seem… to get… enough of you.”
He folded her in half, pinning her legs against her chest as he angled himself deeper. “You’re so sweet. Fuck, too sweet.”
The next thrust hit her gland so perfectly, so deeply. Emeriel gasped as the pleasure increased beyond her capacity to take it.
And then it happened. She saw stars—literally.
Bright, twinkling stars exploded behind her eyes as a cataclysmic orgasm barreled into her. She screamed his name so loud she half-expected the windows to shatter along with her, then she burst into tears.
Fat drops trailed down her cheeks as she cried through this release.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked when she could breathe again.
"I'm sorry, Beloved." He didn't sound apologetic in the least.
"Please, Daemon…stop. You make me feel too…much!" Emeriel sobbed, her head shaking weakly from side to side.
“Feel it all, Riel,” he commanded, his hips rotating against hers, drawing out every sensation. “I want you to feel every single emotion I evoke in you on this bed. Feel them so you never forget. Feel them so you never hide from me again.”
“Too much, Daemon, " She was drowning in the sea of ecstasy. “I feel… I feel… It’s too much,” Emeriel gasped, her hands pushing feebly at his broad chest, but it was no use. He was immovable.
“Fuck, you are so hot,” Daemonikai groaned into her ear. “I think I have just discovered a new hobby in my old age. Making you come."
He’s destroying me from the inside out. How will I ever recover from this?
"I used to think watching fireworks explode in the sky was mesmerizing,” he rasped, his tongue tracing the shell of her ear, sending shivers through her overstimulated body. “It’s nothing compared to watching you explode over and over again in my bed.”
Gods. The greatest… magical gods!
“Have to give you more,” he growled, pulling away just enough to adjust her.
One of her legs was thrown over his shoulder, opening her up before slamming back into her with the same brutal, punishing pace that picked her apart.
Somewhere between one orgasm and the next, Emeriel might have passed out.
She wasn’t sure when it happened, but when he finally roared his release, the sound was distant, muffled, as though it came from another chamber.
He really fucked me within an inch of my life. Her mind was a haze of pleasure, her body too spent to respond.
And then it was over.
He gathered her boneless body into his arms. Arranging her just the way he wanted, cradling her against his chest, his strong heartbeat a steady rhythm beneath her ear.
And when he pressed his lips softly to her hair, the tears came back. Dropping like an overflowing stream without a dam.
"Shh," he soothed her quiet cries. "Sleep, Riel, it will be better in the morning."
I am undone, from the inside out.
How will I live without this? Without him?
The first light of dawn was already filtering through the window. Emeriel watched it, crying silently, satisfaction singing in her body as she did what he asked… and fell asleep.