25. STOLEN PASSION
Chapter twenty-five
STOLEN PASSION
With infinite care, Lord Vladya settled the swaddled infant into the mother's waiting arms, who then passed the bundle to the hovering nursemaid.
"I am ready to nourish you. Allow me but a moment to assume the posture for the Sacred Ways of Old," Lady Merrilyn said.
"There will be no need for that," Lord Vladya’s voice was hoarse, but he cleared his throat, steadying it. "When you’re in perfect health, we shall attempt it. Until then, the regular manner of feeding shall suffice."
The sacred ways of old? Aekeira filed the question away in her mind for her next visit to the library.
"Are you certain? I do not mind in the least.” Lady Merrilyn smiled. “I worry about you, dear Vlad, a lot."
"You had major complications during the birth, remember?” Lord Vladya eyed her. “It's why you're on bedrest. I worry for you too, Merry, and I would do nothing to jeopardize your health. Now, feed me."
"As my master wishes." She extended her pale, slender hand, which Lord Vladya grasped, helping her to settle on the bed's edge. With a gentle sweep, she drew her hair aside, revealing the tender skin of her neck.
The feeding was as intimate as ever, marked by Lady Merilyn's moans of pleasure and the occasional low growls from Lord Vladya's throat. Aekeira felt a rush of arousal, flushed and warm, her body responding as though she were witnessing sexual intimacy.
And when Lady Merilyn began to beg him to mount her, Aekeira squirmed uncomfortably on her feet, trying desperately to focus her gaze anywhere but on their intimate exchange. Lord Vladya denied lady Merrilyn's pleas, holding her still as he fed.
By the time he retracted his fangs, sealed the wound, and pulled away, Aekeira felt uncomfortably hot, fighting the urge to shed the confining layers of her garment. If they smelled her arousal, they showed no sign, each caught in their own battle of lust and control.
"Thank you, Merry," Lord Vladya said softly, assisting the lady to recline once more.
"Thank you for resisting, master, but it would be best for you to depart now. I am not myself. I still wish to tear your clothes off," she murmured, eyes closed.
"Indeed. Henry will return soon, but for now, it’s perhaps best if you indulge in self-pleasure. You are yet not ready for sexual exertions."
They conversed as though Aekeira wasn't there. She doubted if Lord Vladya remembered her presence.
But, as he turned to leave, his gaze, filled with desire and bloodfeeding satisfaction, pierced her. "Come."
Aekeira trailed him out, her breaths shallow and quick. Everything about him ensnared her senses. He hadn’t fed from her, yet she wanted it.
No sooner had they crossed the threshold, the door closing behind them, did he press her against the stone wall.
"I feed from Merry, but it is you who invades my thoughts." He looked starving , his tone softer than she'd ever heard it.
“I-I.” Aekeira's eyes were drawn to his lips. She swallowed.
Lord Vladya's hand caressed her cheek. "You are the one I envision spread out beneath me, my dick lodged deep inside you, my fangs at your neck. Why, Aekeira?" Without awaiting her reply, his lips slammed down on hers.
The kiss was fierce, desperate. Grand Lord Vladya consumed her.
All thoughts vacated Aekeira's head as he plundered her mouth, except one. Lord Vladya is kissing me! He really is kissing me.
Aekeira had never been properly kissed before. The drunken slobbering of lustful ministers who had won her in card games and bets didn’t count. Those experiences only set her up to expect the worst from a kiss. Nausea. A churning stomach. Involuntary retches.
But the reality of this grand lord's kiss shattered everything else.
Aekeira moaned as his tongue plunged into her mouth, coercing hers into a dance she never learned but now found herself desperate to master. His lips suckled at hers greedily, every pull drawing a deeper, more shameless sound from her throat.
Her fingers rose of their own accord clutching at his robes, pulling him closer as he thoroughly explored her lower lip before sucking it back into his mouth. It was filthy. Raw.
So arousing.
Aekeira's body went from warm to molten. She was suddenly aware of her breasts. Acutely aware of how heavy and achingly sensitive they felt. Wetness pooled inside her, dripping onto her undergarment.
"By Ukrae's bones," Lord Vladya groaned into her mouth. His hands cupped her cheeks, keeping her face captive as he ravaged her lips like it was his personal playground.
Aekeira clung to him, making helpless little, soft, throaty moans as he kissed her within an inch of her life. She felt devoured. Alive.
Breaking the kiss, he murmured, "There's my elegant little whore." Breathing ragged, he rested his forehead against hers. "Just a kiss and already you are so wet, your musk's scent is nearly suffocating me."
An embarrassed mewl left Akeira. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she could hide from his penetrating gaze.
"I could take you right here, in Merilyn's hallway, and you would let me, wouldn’t you?" His tone was taunting, yet alluring. "Knowing that everyone in the house would hear your cries... well aware they would know exactly what I am doing to you, you would still let me."
Humiliation tangled with arousal, stoking the fires within Aekeira until she felt as though she might combust. She buried her face against his neck, rubbing her arching core against his thighs like a shameless wanton.
A raspy, soft laughter came from him, as his hand stilled her whorish movement. "Words, little bird. Use words."
He's laughing. Aekeira might have marveled at that sound under different circumstances, but right now, all she could focus on was getting relief.
"Y-yes, I want you," she panted, shyly.
Lord Vladya pressed closer, his hardness blatantly firm against her midsection. Then, he made a rotating motion, shamelessly rubbing his thickness against her.
"Soaked. Swollen. My sexy little witch," he growled. "By the gods, Aekeira. You are bad for my control. You make me want to—" He stopped. Elongated ears twitched.
"Merilyn can hear us,” he muttered after a moment, the slightest amusement touching his lips “She said we are not helping her situation in the slightest—huh." A brief pause followed. "I haven't heard such colorful language from you in centuries, Merry."
They were overhead? Aekeira's face burned.
Mortified, she wished for the earth to swallow her whole.
A moment of silence passed before Lord Vladya clicked his tongue, a small smile briefly crossing his features. "Using some uninterpretable choice words, Merilyn suggested I take you far from her abode."
Aekeira could only nod. She agreed wholeheartedly.
Pulling away, breaking their intimacy, his voice went up a notch. "Apologies, Merry. We depart now."
But, upon their return to Blackstone, an urgent summons whisked Lord Vladya away to court, leaving Aekeira to retreat to the solitude of her chambers alone. Her body still tingled with unspent, unfulfilled desire.
Hot, Aekeira shed her clothes, sliding under the coolness of the sheets. But sleep proved elusive.
Tossing and turning, her mind replayed every moment of their encounter—his lips, the feel of his erection against her, the intimate promises whispered yet unfulfilled.
Gods, I need him so much.
Aekeira parted her legs, letting her hand wander down her body for the first time. Maidens had whispered of such acts, but never had she felt the need to explore herself. Until now.
Her fingers found her sensitive clitoris, tender and swollen with need. Aekeira imagined they were his fingers steering the pleasure rolling off her in heated waves.
"Lights..." she cried, closing her eyes.
Shame mingled with arousal as she adjusted, burying her face into her pillow, biting into the fabric to muffle her moans. Her fingers worked faster, flicking, rubbing, pressing her engorged, slippery nub. Each touch fueled by the vivid memory of his kisses. His taste.
The way he had pressed her against that ancient tree in the woods… His teeth sinking into her neck as he brought her to a climax…
A whine slipped from Aekeira as she came, shuddering under the strong waves of release. Her legs clamped together, pressing tightly against her exploring hand as she convulsed.
"Vladya..." she whispered, the name rolling off her tongue like a prayer as pleasure danced over her. Only when her clit became too sensitive did her fingers still. The tide of ecstasy slowly receded leaving Aekeira breathless. Spent.
Awareness gradually seeped back into her consciousness, her eyes fluttering open to the sheets she was biting down on. She was alone, yet it didn’t stop the surge of embarrassment.
You touched yourself.
You did so, imagining him.
Do you want him that much?
Shame flushed her cheeks, her breathing slowing, her mind racing. The reality of her actions, of her desire for grand lord Vladya settled like a stone in her chest. When it came to him, she behaved like a wanton. Like the slut he accused her of.
Prostitutes at brothels probably have more control than I do.
Aekeira closed her eyes, but she did not fall asleep for a long, long time.
By the night of the third day, Emeriel was sated.
Sated and happy.
Sated, happy, and worried.
Was there such a thing as too much sexual intimacy?
If so, Emeriel felt they might have set a new record. Was every full heat like this, or was it unique to the first one?
The days had blurred into a continuous fog of pleasure. More pleasure, resting, sips of water, more coupling, sleeping, tender hand-feeding, hurried clean-ups, more heat, and even more sex. Not necessarily in that order.
Emeriel's feelings had fluctuated between utterly sated, ravenously hungry, exhausted, arousal, basking in the afterglow, thirsty, completely passed out, sleeping, and then, more arousal.
She was often only dimly aware when King Daemonikai tenderly cleaned her up, always drifting into sleep when the maids quickly tidied the cottage and replaced the soiled linens. Throughout it all, the grand king was steadfast by her side, always ready to quench the fires of heat whenever she awoke, needing him. Mounting her thoroughly, leaving her begging for more… or mercy.
Like now, he was moving above her. Stroking her womanhood to release the heat, massaging her pleasure centers, fucking her hungry channel and womb. Languidly, Emeriel glanced down at her noticeably swollen belly, filled to the brim with his sperm.
Her Beloved was particular about keeping his release inside her. Making sure none of his seed flowed out. Often, he'd hold her legs up, locking them in place, growling as he scooped any that dripped out back inside her. It was instinctual from his rut, but it always made Emeriel hot.
"Damn," King Daemonikai growled, thrusting in, stroking deep.
Loud, shameless moans came from Emeriel's throat as she basked in the profound pleasure. So indescribable.
Half of him was in her cervix, so sensitive she felt every glide. Emeriel never imagined it could feel this good, this incredible, to be joined like this with another. Witnessing Keira being sexually abused many times, she had never imagined it could actually feel like this.
With the beast, there was always the pain to accompany the pleasure. Never the raw, pure euphoria she had felt these past few days. It surpassed any expectations.
Her thoughts blanked as her climax crashed through her, and she cried out, quivering under yet another peak of ecstasy. He continued stroking, plunging, taking her through the deep waves of her release. Only after it passed did he slow his thrusts, eventually pulling out and coaxing her to turn over.
Emeriel lay on her belly, resting her cheek against the cool, fresh sheet, feeling her beloved's body align perfectly with hers from head to toe. His weight pressed down on her, knocking the breath from her lungs, yet she found the heaviness strangely comforting.
Shifting, he raised his torso slightly. Using his legs, he gathered hers together, holding them firmly closed. Emeriel felt his hands on her, parting her cheeks, before three fingers plunged into her anal region.
Whimpering, she buried her face in the sheets, bracing herself. Worried, yet waiting.
"Do not be afraid, little one," the grand king murmured. "Outside of your heat, I would never seek to mount you here without your express permission. I am well aware of my size and how untouched you are there, it would be painful."
His fingers gently prodded, exploring deeper, sending hot fires cascading through her. "But now, during your heat, your body is not only ready but craving for this. Your heat demands it, making lubricant for you, pleading for your male to come home... here. To claim your every opening, leaving nowhere untouched. To coat his semen in here and mark you."
Emeriel sobbed. Three fingers felt like ten , her pleasure magnified.
He prepared her meticulously, prodding and stroking, pushing her to the brink of insanity. Trembling uncontrollably beneath him, Emeriel was feverish with ecstasy. It was too intense. She craved more .
"Take me, please," her desperate plea was muffled by the sheet.
She tried to wiggle, but he leaned forward, his weight holding her still. He continued to prepare her, slowly adding more fingers, stretching and teasing, until more cries escaped her parched throat. The crescendo built, and Emeriel teetered on yet another orgasm.
Only then did he withdraw his fingers. His familiar hardness poised at her entrance, letting out a drawn-out moan at the sheer pleasure as he thrust home, burying all of him inside at once.
Feeling him there was weird, yet pleasant. Stuffed to the brim. Withdrawing, he plunged in again.
"Yesssss," she panted, "More."
In short, hard thrusts, King Daemonikai owned her in a way she’d never thought was possible. It was almost too much, every nerve-ending was alight with ecstatic bliss.
Her core throbbed , flowing with so much liquid Emeriel was beginning to think she might be a nymph. Only a sea nymph would gush this much liquid, right?
Apparently, even Syrens.
The grand king began a rhythm that had her making incoherent, unintelligible noises and singing like a canary. Loud cries and prolonged moans reverberated through the air, mixing with the filthy slap of skin against skin.
In a distant part of her mind, Emeriel knew she should have felt ashamed . She was a lady, yet here she was, moaning like a seasoned whore. Begging for more of his sweet member. Begging him to ravish her until she was lost in the heavens. This behavior defied every standard of etiquette. It was utterly unladylike .
Yet, shame was the furthest thing from her mind as she screamed at the top of her voice.
The full-heat truly did act as a protective cloak, shielding her from shyness and shame, while unleashing the most wanton part of her. It felt right , to want him this way… unabashed. Uninhibited.
Emeriel was exactly where she belonged, right under this male. Her Alpha. Her Beloved. Mine .
She was his to command. Pinned beneath him, unable to move, taking the strokes he gave, she was his to own. And he did not hold back.
Emeriel screamed, erupting into another blinding orgasm that had her squeezing her eyes so much, she feared they might pop.
He deepened his thrusts, even after she collapsed. Each stroke drawing low, guttural groans from him. Emeriel could listen to those sounds all day. They were a different kind of addiction.
His hand captured hers, pinning them on either side of her head as he lowered his face to hers, his breath mingling with her own, and truly fucked her life away .
"It feels... much," Emeriel gasped, drooling on the sheet. She was wrecked .
"I know, young princess," he murmured, and she felt a kiss on her nape. "I know."
Ohgod. Sogood. Toomuch. Goodgoodgood…!
Another orgasm tore through her, so cataclysmic, Emeriel could no longer discern where one sensation ended, and another began. Her voice rose to a hoarse shout, escalating into a scream so loud it shook the walls.
He plundered her into the bed, stab after stab of overwhelming bliss following every thrust. Emeriel soared through the skies, and swam in the deepest seas, her body twisting and jerking uncontrollably.
"You're doing so well, princess," he praised, brushing the strands of hair from her sweat-dampened face, his face so close to hers, exposing her entire expression to his watchful eyes. “Such a pretty little slut for my dick, aren't you princess?”
The king drove into her like an animal. Like the beast his kind truly was, shoving her into yet another orgasm while she was still in the throes of the last one. Emeriel could only sob helplessly, clenching the sheets so hard her knuckles whitened, taking it all, unable to hide how much she was enjoying it from his probing eyes. The flood became too hot, the air too thin.
And when she finally came down, Emeriel struggled to draw breath into her lungs, nearly dead to the world. Her body turned to liquid, melting into the sheets as he used her like a mere vessel for his pleasure. Like an outlet for his release.
Tonight was their last night together.
Tomorrow, her heat would abate, and the harsh realities of the world would return.
Hot, distressing tears spilled from Emeriel's eyes.
"Don't stop," she cried despite her exhaustion. Despite her sated body, and shaky legs, she whispered, "Take what you need.”
And he did just that, capturing her lips in a deep, soul-searing kiss that left her emotions even more raw than before.
Oh heavens, let this night last forever.
As dawn painted the sky with its first delicate strokes of light through the curtain, Emeriel lay enveloped in the warm, solid cocoon of her beloved's body.
His knot had deflated, but his manhood was still buried deep inside her virginal core. Though Emeriel could barely feel any part of her body, she didn’t try to withdraw, instead turning her head to watch him sleep.
His breaths were deep and even. Over the past few days with her, he had rarely slumbered, staying awake even after their long, marathon couplings, while she passed out. Thank the gods, he was sleeping now.
Her heat was beginning to fade, lingering just beneath her skin, but the fog was clearing. She could already feel the soreness setting in, her limbs too tired to move.
Come morning, my heat will be over. He will leave. This closeness might never happen again.
My future is bleak at best. I face either public execution or private slaughter, depending on which grand ruler discovers my secret next. I wish I could bottle this moment and store it up forever.
Swallowing the ball of emotions, Emeriel squirmed closer, nestling deeper into his body. It hadn't been long since their last round of sex, and despite her muscles aching and sore, Emeriel began to move slowly on his member.
One thing Emeriel had realized during these days in bed with him was that his organ never fully softened. Even after release, knotting, and deflating, it remained hard, always ready for more. She didn't know if it was due to the rut or just his nature.
If this insatiability was truly his nature, can I handle him outside of heat? Will I ever have a chance to be with him in my clear mind, without the fog of heat clouding the experience?
Pushing the thought away, she focused on the sensation humming through her with each slow grind of her hips, swallowing her moans. Gazing at him, she committed every detail of his features to memory.
Raising a trembling hand, she ghosted it over his closed eyes, soft hair, and plump lips. Never had she imagined a male could be both beautiful and powerfully masculine, yet her male effortlessly embodied both. Mine.
"You are all I want to see when I wake in the morning," Emeriel whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. "All I want to see before I go to bed at night. If you wish for me to help you burn the human world, I will set the fires myself. If you wish to torture the kings yourself, I will join the armies sent to gather them. Anything you wish for, I will do, if it would alleviate your pain even a little. I will burn the world with you, if it means I will have you by my side."
Her sore muscles protested too much, forcing her to still. She blinked away her tears, greedily wanting to see him clearly for as long as possible.
She was intoxicated by this male… enamored by him. "You slept with Galilea, but it is Emeriel who will remember. Who will cherish this until the end of her days."
Burying her face in his chest, Emeriel cried herself back to sleep, wondering what their future held.