Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
ALEKSANDR
The Yates’ Estate
I found myself standing in Lenochka’s room later that same night. Those final words swirled in my mind, interrupting my attempt to find peace in the woman who had dug herself so deeply into my world.
…she first must fall on her swords before she can truly ascend to her throne and crowns.
I knew it was coming, the descent into hell for a woman who had fought for nearly two decades to be free from the clutches of death. Hiding a boy who must stay hidden, pieces of her heart amongst the wreckage, in efforts to protect herself from more heartbreak.
…she first must fall on her swords before she can truly ascend to her throne and crowns.
I sat down on her bed, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest. Her light pink, silk camisole top did shit to cover her perky breasts, peaked nipples, and toned stomach. The lacy pink thong she wore allowed my eyes to devour her delectable bum as she rolled onto her side, facing away from me.
My fingers traced along her cheeks, down her neck, tweaking the ruby studded bar that was pressed obscenely against her tank.
My hand paused, collaring around her pulse, squeezing lightly, testing to see if she would wake up for me.
A sliver of disappointment wormed its way inside me when she remained asleep, disappearing as quickly as it came, when she began to moan and whimper as my fingers refused to loosen their hold.
My other hand slapped her cunt, gripping the shred of lace covering the one place I hungered to see.
…she first must fall on her swords before she can truly ascend to her throne and crowns. I wondered if Rowan meant she would literally fall onto her sword.
My lips lifted sinisterly as I ripped her thong from her body, her glistening lips showing me just how wet she was for me, even subconsciously.
Shoving two fingers in, I found her slick core, drenched, already making sucking noises as I tried to pull my fingers out.
The smell of her arousal filled the room, her scent making me feral as I debated if I would be able to sneak a taste.
Reluctantly letting go of her throat, I slid my hand down, dragging her tank top up her chest until her breasts were on full display.
Stunning.
My Lenochka was a true piece of art. Crafted by the gods, placed onto the Earth purely for me to gaze upon and adore.
…she first must fall on her swords before she can truly ascend to her throne and crowns.
Her back arched somewhat as the cold air fanned across her chest, tightening her nipples to points.
Leaning down, I brought one of her breasts to my mouth, lathering it in kisses before biting down hard, my teeth pulling at her piercing just enough that her body jerked before I sucked at the skin in an attempt to sooth away the sting.
Moving to stand, I shoved my sweats off, making sure to remove my socks and shoes as well.
I reached behind my head, yanking the collar of my shirt as I pulled it off and tossed it somewhere in the dark on the floor.
I straddled her, my knees bracketing on either side of her as I spat onto her chest, slicking the area between her glorious tits.
I gripped her wrists, bringing her arms so her tits were pressed together, creating the perfect place for my cock to slide into as I watched her sleep.
Positioning my steel length so I could fuck her breasts easily, as I manipulated her body into the position I wanted.
I slid my cock between them slowly at first, testing to see if her arms would provide enough tension to keep them in place.
Satisfied, I thrust in, my cock hitting her lips each time I pumped my hips.
Pearly pre-cum leaked from my slit, landing on her chin as my pace picked up, my cock growing harder as I edged myself, sliding in and out before making down her sleeping body until I was lined up with her pulsing cunt.
Confirming she was still asleep, I gripped my cock, sheathing it inch by inch, my jaw flexing as I felt her walls tense and quiver as they stretched to encompass me.
Playing with her clit, I pumped faster, bottoming out and then pounding in again, watching her tits bounce as her skin flushed.
Damn, she would look stunning with a piercing here…
fuck that dream for taunting me. I pinched her clit, playing with the hot bundle of nerves as I kept my pace slow.
The need to rail into her rode me hard, my balls growing heavy until I reluctantly paused.
I had come here with a goal. One that I had been thinking of on repeat since the day she had woken me up with my cock down her throat, desperate in her need to please.
Reaching down, I located the bag of items I had brought.
The kit that contained everything I would need to pierce her, and if she woke up needing a fuck, I guess I’d indulge that too.
After all, it was useless that we both denied our slightly deviant but heavily masochistic tendencies by now.
Grabbing the sterile needle, I laid the package on the bed, making sure the hoop and thread were visible and arranged for easy manoeuvring as I slid gloves on my hands.
Opening an alcohol wipe, I cleaned her hood and her clit, making sure that the risk of infection stayed low since neither of us would want to delay our fun for long.
A soft hand shot forward then, a delicate moan vibrating through my Printsessa as I rubbed the topical anaesthetic into her skin.
“Aleks…wha-at are you…” Soft mewling left her as I pinched her hood, pulling it up so I could angle the needle just right.
“K-king?’ Shoving the point through, I grabbed the hoop and thread, watching the sporadic rise of her chest and her grip tightened in pain.
I threaded the piercing through the hole, thinking of how much she would grow to love the feel of this.
“Da.” Clasping the hoop, I met her eyes, my gaze drawn down as I admired the work and the new metal that adorned her hood and clit. “Punishment.”
Dabbing the blood away, I slid the gloves off, my cock feeling like steel in her cunt, my balls desperately wanting to fill her after piercing her myself.
Snatching a bottle of pain reliever I had placed on her nightstand, I unscrewed the top and placed the pills on my tongue as I bent forwards and moulded my mouth to hers.
I shuffled our bodies until I was sitting up with her legs straddling me, allowing me to fuck into her but also not irritate her new piercing more than necessary. Liar, you love the pain it’ll cause as she bounces on your dick.
“King, unngh.” I pushed closer, overtaking her mouth until my tongue could sweep and push the pill down her throat. I made sure she swallowed it down before starting my thrusts once more. “Fuuuck. God, Aleks…please!”
“Squeeze my cock, pretty girl. Squeeze it as you come for me.” A few pumps in, I felt her walls pulsing and tightening around me, her pussy milking my cock as she came violently, now wide awake and glare-grinning at me. “Fuck, yes…Printsessa, give in for me.”
Her back arched, those delicious tits of hers brushing against my face. My balls drew up as my cock began to pulse, throbbing as I shot streams of cum, hoping that someday soon, she would be full of me.
“Korol, yes! King, King…” Kissing her throat, I gripped her hips to keep her seated on me. Her sated compliance cooled her confusion and anger as I nipped her throat, devouring her mouth as she came down from the high. Fucking stunning, my Printsessa, being submissive for me. “You pierced me. Yo—”
As my orgasm finished, I rolled over, cutting her off as I moved her with me, so my cock never got the option to leave her glorious heat.
When I had her pressed up against me, I threw my arm over her and held her to me, dragging my face through her hair as she sighed in contentment that her monster just ravaged her.
“Mmmm, da. You’re so sexy. You’ll love it, pretty girl.” I pushed my hips into her lightly, groaning when her pussy fluttered around my still semi-hard dick. Motherfucker. Maybe I did not think this through… “You’ll love the stars it will make you see next time you ride my dick for me.”
I thought about what Kellan and Cameron said. About the final words The Hellhound, Rowan, had issued.
…she first must fall on her swords before she can truly ascend to her throne and crowns.
Lenochka threw her leg over my hip, pushing my cock farther into her sweet heat. My seed dripped out slowly as she forced me deeper while she searched for friction, still wanting more even after coming so gloriously.
I began to drift to sleep, leaving my dick inside a place it called home, holding onto the girl who was forged into a woman the world had yet to see shine. A woman who would bear my last name, help hold the weight of crowns, and who had always been a source of light in an ocean of dark.
…she first must fall on her swords before she can truly ascend to her throne and crowns.
My hand drifted to her stomach, dreams flashing in my mind of what our life would be like after these trials were overcome.
A black-haired child ran through the woods…a bloodied brand scarred her palm as her eyes beseeched me.
“Where were you?”
A twin stepped out, devoid of life. Blond hair drenched in blood, vacant eyes staring into the unknown.
“Where were you when I needed you, King?”
Two girls ran, hand in hand, looking back at a young black-haired boy. Obsidian hair and ice blond, ice-violet orbs that haunted me for years to come.
“Where were you when they came to take the boy?”
“When they came to take…”
My eyes snapped open. Eyes locked onto mine as she screamed in horror, face pale and body drenched in sweat. Hands clawed at my chest in an attempt to grasp onto a tether outside of herself.
Lenochka wailed into the night, begging for someone to help, praying to whatever god would listen that the boy must be saved at all costs. Even if the price was her death.