Chapter 25 #2
He drank more than usual, a steady pull that drained her pulse into a heady rhythm, and then the venom hit, pure bliss flooding every cell in a molten wave that ignited her from within, bringing exquisite awareness to her entire body, heightening every sense, every point of contact, every breath.
The world around her faded, leaving only the raw, primal connection between them.
His teeth slid from her neck seconds before her body arched again, uncontrollable, a series of screams tearing free as otherworldly pleasure exploded throughout, shattering her senses.
Every muscle clenched, her pussy spasming around him, her toes curling as she rode the crest, lost in the surge of ecstasy that exploded through her body like a supernova.
The vampire’s movements became more urgent, his thrusts more desperate in a coiled spring of pleasure that threatened to finish unraveling her.
And Emmy’s entire body convulsed under him, waves of bliss crashing over her in relentless, mind-shattering spasms. The venom coursed through her, amplifying every sensation, every nerve ending alight with a fire that consumed her from within.
Her entire body convulsed and she was lost in a maelstrom of sensation, her mind a blur of white-hot pleasure and raw, unfiltered ecstasy.
The vampire’s movements slowed, his body trembling with his own release, but Emmy was beyond caring.
She was adrift in a sea of bliss, her body and mind consumed by the overwhelming force of her orgasm.
And then, with a final, deep thrust, the vampire emptied himself into her, pressing hard while he enjoyed his own release into the vessel he’d purchased.
That usually didn’t work for Emmy, but this had been theater for him, showing off to the other vampires, and that absolutely flipped all of Emmy’s switches the right direction on this night.
As the waves of pleasure finally began to ebb, Emmy lay panting and sated, her body aching in the best possible way.
The vampire licked her neck to coagulate the blood and make the wound heal faster, but the gentle throb there along with the frantic pulsing between her legs was a reminder of the intense, violent intimacy they’d shared, and she had another mini-orgasm when he sat up and his cock slid out of her.
He gave her a smirk as he stood from the table and fastened the covering over his old-fashioned trousers back, hiding his dick and making him look like a swaggering Prince Charming with evil thoughts all over again while she looked up at him, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
He looked completely satisfied when he walked away without a word, and she sat up with her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. She’d found a strange, dark pleasure in this feeding frenzy, despite the fact she isn’t submissive.
Emmy considered her reactions to both Sleeping Beauty scenes, and had to admit the savage shock of this one was the difference between the two. Tonight was a violation; the first time, the other vampire had just fucked her.
She didn’t want to be raped on purpose, but she certainly enjoyed pretending, it seemed. She wanted to say it was the performance part of it, and that certainly helped — but she believed in being honest with herself even when uncomfortable, and she enjoyed the scenes with violence so much more.
Perhaps there would be a place for these kinds of scenes when she finally found her own Prince Charming, the question was whether she wanted a Felix or a Chase.
In a perfect world, she’d have one of each.
But in the meantime, she would enjoy this twisted, sensual world she’d found herself in.
Emmy spent the next couple of days in a whirlwind of activity, the days blurring into the never-ending rhythm of the silo.
She spent hours a day on her thesis work, noise-cancelling headphones on while she worked in an alcove in the Flock’s common area with a convenient desk.
Sometimes she worked in bed, but always, when she couldn’t sit still any longer, she found solace in the gym, pushing her muscles to their limits, the burn of exertion a welcome distraction from a life alternating in leisure and decadence.
During the scant hour of daylight they were down to, most of the daywalkers climbed aboveground to the Aurora Ballroom, which echoed with laughter and the thud of basketballs hitting flesh. Soon, there’d be no daylight at all, so they were all making the most of it while they could.
When the chill of the silo got to her, she’d roast herself in the sauna, and she encouraged Toby and Felix to go in with her, in the hopes they could sweat the rest of the poison out faster.
She didn’t want them going in without someone to watch them carefully, to listen to their heartbeats and their respiration, in case the heat was too much for their weakened systems. They were both on the mend, but neither was bouncing back as quickly as they had the first time.
Whether that was because the poison was a heavier dose, or whether back-to-back incidents was the problem, she couldn’t say for certain.
Most likely, it was a combination of the two.