Failed Diplomacy
Matilda woke on her stomach, arms folded beneath her head, Luka carving into her back with one of his nails.
Blood warmed her back as it slowly descended the curvature of her spine.
His tongue promptly followed it. It wasn’t her idea of a good morning, but she was too weary to protest. Every muscle in her body ached, especially the spot between her legs.
It was a satisfying ache. An ache she wouldn’t mind feeling again…
“You are awake.”
“What gave it away?”
“Your pulse.”
“Mmm,” she hummed into her pillow.
“You lost the challenge. Do you know what this means?”
“Shhhhh. I can’t plan my escape in my head if you keep talking.”
“Don’t be foolish to believe you can escape from me.”
“Don’t be foolish to believe you can stop me.”
“You’re mine,” he asserted.
“I am not. Do you want to know why?”
“Say your piece.”
Matilda rolled over and wasn’t surprised when the vampire king scooted beneath the sheet. She trembled from sweet anticipation when she felt his warm breath hover above her pussy.
“The challenge was not executed properly.”
“How so?”
“There was no witness to the challenge agreement; therefore, it was not properly executed. So, you see, King Alesi, I still belong to me.”
She giggled and ran her fingers through her knotted curls when he growled, realizing she was right.
“I like you better when the only sounds coming from you are cries of pleasure,” he confessed.
“I despise you.”
“Why?”
Matilda closed her eyes and sighed when he parted her lips and flicked her clit. Her arms flailed by her side as she attempted to escape him. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, forcing her compliance.
Matilda’s mouth dropped in an open-mouthed scream. She’d never experienced the joy of a man’s tongue on her lower parts. The perpetually drunk orc offered many times, but she denied each time. If she’d known what she was missing, she might’ve not been so hasty to turn him down.
Luka’s tongue expertly lashed against her flesh, sending her to new heights.
“King Alesi, we—”
Matilda waved off the intruding advisor, who rudely entered the bed chambers without invitation. “Come back in five minutes,” she said with a pant. Luka sucked her clit and made her eyes cross. “Two minutes,” she squeaked.
Ezra mentioned something about abominations before leaving, but Matilda was seconds away from an explosive orgasm and could care less. She screamed when Luka unexpectedly bit into her pubic mons, and he chuckled when her juices splashed against his face.
“I-I need more!” she exclaimed.
“Then more you shall have,” Luka said, coming up for air.
He lay on his back and allowed his huntress to straddle his lap.
His eyes zeroed in on his necklace that dangled in his face along with her breasts.
For a brief second, he questioned why he hadn’t reclaimed his most prized possession, but the thought flitted away as soon as she impaled herself on his flesh.
They both cried out from the overwhelming pleasure that rocked them.
Matilda nearly drooled from the way he stretched her pussy.
His dick was a work of art. She would consider it more than reasonably above average with a slight upward curve that molded perfectly to her body.
Being a mistress to the vampire king didn’t sound so bad.
Luka breathed through his nose, exhaled, and tried to ignore how her pussy wept on his dick, arousal dripping down his balls, courtesy of his venom.
He sat up with her still in his lap and kissed her.
His arms wrapped around her back, and his nails sunk into her shoulder to prevent her from escaping.
She bit his bottom lip, and he returned the favor, careful not to break the skin.
The last thing he wanted was for her to faint again, not now when his dick kissed her cervix.
He lowered his face to her chest and peppered her flesh with soft kisses.
His eyes widened in shock when she shoved him onto the bed.
She took him like a madwoman, something he was neither accustomed to nor prepared for.
His queen always made sweet love to him.
She was his delicate flower, and he treated her as such.
There was always passion between them, but never this newfound feral excitement.
He loathed the comparison, but… he could get used to this.
“King Alesi, you are late for your meeting with Prince Lykaon!” Ezra shouted from the other side of the door as Matilda fucked his king into the bedding.
“He’s so annoying,” she panted.
“You are pointing out the obvious, huntress.”
“Prince Lykaon is extraordinarily agitated,” the advisor continued.
“Ten minutes. I beg of you, please,” Luka pleaded.
Ezra’s mouth dropped from the other side of the door.
Did the king say please?
Perhaps the huntress should stick around, he thought, leaving the mismatched pair to their coupling and returning to the meeting room.
“Have you any luck?” Prince Lykaon asked upon his return.
Ezra cleared his throat before sitting at the table with Prince Lykaon and his leadership, including Beta David, who looked as if he had murder on his mind. He couldn’t blame the wolf; King Alesi and the huntress were not exactly discreet with their bedchamber activities.
“We should proceed without him. His presence on this trip was not required. I am more than certain we can continue our peace talks without him.”
Prince Lykaon drummed his nails against the wood table.
“I am not confident we can.”
“Pardon?”
“Your king is a disrespectful cunt.”
“Here we go,” Ezra whispered, rolling the scrolls before him.
“I arrange a banquet for him as a show of respect, and this is how he repays me? He can’t be bothered to show up and discuss saving his kingdom from a potential hostile takeover?”
“A hostile takeover was never on the table,” Ezra insisted. Prince Lykaon chuckled and stood from the table.
“A hostile takeover is always on the tab—”
Prince Lykaon was cut off when Luka entered the conference room.
“What have I missed?” he asked, sitting beside Ezra.
“Oh, nothing at all. Simply that your unsavory behavior may lead to our downfall,” he replied sarcastically.
“Nonsense. I’m ready to negotiate a peace offering.”
“A peace offering?” Prince Lykaon asked skeptically.
“That’s correct. Night Falls is known for its rich soil, and though it only receives six hours of sunlight a day, it can produce crops just as well as those exposed to twelve hours of sunlight.
Moonshire has a crop and animal shortage.
You may lease the eastern lands of Night Falls for hunting and farming. ”
“I have no interest in leasing,” Prince Lykaon spat angrily.
“Then you must be interested in war. This measure will not only save you money but lives.”
Prince Lykaon laughed and sat on his velvet chair at the head of the table. “King Alesi, I’m not easy to fuck like your huntress.”
Luka smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Trust me, if it were easy, then your beta wouldn’t look like he drank a pitcher of spoiled milk.”
“You son of a—”
“Sit!” Prince Lykaon demanded, slamming his fist onto the table.
Begrudgingly, David complied.
“While I can’t find the slightest thing remarkable about the woman, my beta wants her. You will hand her over, and we may spare you a hostile takeover.”
“No,” King Alesi replied immediately.
“Why not? She is nothing but a piece of ass—easily replaceable if you ask me.”
“She is my prisoner.”
“Prisoner, huh? How many prisoners do you lay with?”
Luka leaned forward and stated clearly, “The answer is no.”
Prince Lykaon chuckled, placed his feet on the table, and laced his fingers in his lap. “I figured you’d deny my simple request. That is why I instructed my guards to retrieve her and take her to the dungeon.”
“You have no claim to her!” King Alesi roared.
“We shall see about—” Prince Lykaon paused mid-sentence and growled. “What did you do with her?” he asked accusingly.
“I did many things. Will you be more specific?”
“She is gone!”
“Gone?” Luka asked in disbelief. She was spent and wrapped tightly in the sheets and furs when he left her.
“Shift and find her,” Prince Lykaon demanded.
“With pleasure,” David replied with a sinister grin.
“Shit,” Ezra whispered when King Alesi relieved himself of his official robes and blocked the door with his body, ready for a fight.