Chapter 28 | Sephania
Sephania
“I have to find out,” I murmur to Palacia. My voice is throaty and thick as I take in the pale, nude, slender frame of my friend.
We’ve been given the room alone. Even Liolen Sesk, to my surprise vacated the chamber so I could talk to Pala. I’m assuming my mates are out there speaking to them in the hall, arranging what the plan is now Palacia has said she’s going to stay with the Gilded Liege.
I can’t think about that right now. My mind is tumbling, my stomach is in knots, and the visceral need at the base of my belly is demanding I do something.
I have to find out, I echo the words in my mind. I wonder if, when my eyes dip to her cock hanging huge and limp between her legs, if she misconstrues my words to mean I have to find out what that is like.
I’m not against that, either, but the thing I have to find out goes deeper than mere fornicating.
Still, my breath comes shallow as Palacia wanders up to me. She’s almost hypnotic in her gait, or perhaps that’s just the monster swinging that catches all my attention.
She shows no signs of happiness or sadness, and she doesn’t question what I have to find out. All she says is, “Are you sure this is what you want, Sephania?”
My throat is dry but my mouth grows wet when she gets closer, closer, until she’s less than a foot away. I’ve found myself backed up against a table, my wide ass digging into the edge.
I’ve never been afraid of Palacia before. Why would I be? Now . . . I feel afraid for myself. For what I might do.
At the same time, as I listen to my mates arguing and raising their voices outside the room, anger runs through me. Resentment that Skartovius and Lukain haven’t gotten their shit together, and it’s making our united family fracture and falter.
They need to be taught a lesson, I muse, like I did when their duel broke out. Only thinking of themselves, when they don’t realize they could lose me if I’m pushed too far, or if they burrow too deep in their respective anger and hate.
It’s high time they’re given a reminder what they’ll be missing.
My hand inches forward, hesitantly at first. “Yes,” I croak. “It’s what I want, Pala. I’ve wanted it since the cave.” Finally, my truth is spilled.
She watches my hand like it’s a buzzing insect, a small tilt to her head, the thin pillar of her neck straining with tendons.
Then her hand lashes out and grabs me by the wrist. I gasp when she pulls my hand forward and places it between her legs, directly on the smooth, velvety shaft of her beautiful cock.
It’s heavy and thick in my palm, and though Palacia gives off a cool, chill body temperature, her length is molten-hot in my grip.
My eyes bulge wide as I watch myself stroke her like it’s not my own hand doing it. Slowly, she becomes engorged, cock rising, throbbing, thickening in my hand until it’s an absurd length and thickness that’s on par with my biggest mates.
“I still don’t know how it’s possible from such a tiny body,” I murmur breathlessly.
My heart pounds against my ribs. “To wield this.” I lift her dick like it’s a leash or a tail, and her lips stay firmed.
I know I’m doing a good job by the reaction of her body, but the reaction of her face tells me nothing. “Does it . . . feel good, Pala?”
Palacia presses forward on the soles of her bare feet.
I have nowhere to go with the table behind me, and all I can do is watch as she stuffs her face between my heaving bosom, standing before me and only rising to that height because of our size difference.
She gently peels my top apart from the middle seam while I stroke her between us, and my heavy breasts fall into view.
Pale, snowy, soft. Palacia lets out a small murmur and licks the tips of my hard pink nipples. I bite back a whimper and she keeps teasing and playing with my flesh, ready to use me like she owns me.
I saw how she dominated Liolen Sesk, one of the most powerful vampires in Olhav. I know I stand no chance against the vampirex, even though she’s half my size and weight. The strength of her is undeniable.
My pants are lowered next, and I don’t stop her.
I simply find myself holding my breath as my pants peel down my wide hips—twice her width at least—and I watch her pretty face take me in like I’m a morsel to be devoured.
All the while, the gentle sounds of our skin connecting while I bring her to an impossible erection.
My knees feel weak, so I bend them so our height difference isn’t so extreme.
She embraces me then, wrapping her cold, skinny arms tight around my curves, now that my pale flesh has been revealed. Palacia licks between my tits, nips at my hard peaks, and grinds her rock-hard cock against the insides of my thighs.
Arousal spills from me, coating her bulbous cockhead as it spreads down my thighs. I reach down between us, blindly groping, and meet her eyes as she looks up at me between my cleavage.
My eyes roll back when her cockhead pushes past my needy lips. She fills me instantly, fully, and I let out a guttural sound as my belly tightens. I clamp down on her length inadvertently, and a small struggling sound passes her lips.
She rises from her slightly bent angle, onto her tiptoes, and her cock fills me deeper, pulsing and heating my insides, pushing my walls apart.
My jaw drops, a silent wail of pleasure coming out like a wheeze. I’m gobsmacked and she knows it—she counts on it, I think, to control me.
“By all that’s T-True, Pala, you’re too big,” I rasp.
“If you can take men like Skartovius Ashfen and Vallan Stellos, Sephy, you can take me.”
There’s that nickname again. As if calling back to a life we used to know. I’m not sure what she says is true. There’s something different about her, other than the obvious physical things. I blink wildly to try and rein in my hazy mind, but it doesn’t work.
My world goes heady and hot as Palacia begins to roll her hips into me. I lift a leg and bend my knee, pressing it against Palacia’s side, noting how my thick thigh is as large as her middle. My leg wobbles as she clutches the flesh in one hand and squeezes her narrow hips between me.
She moves faster, deeper, pushing her massive cock as far as it’ll go, until I swear I see a bulge at the swell of my belly that rumbles in time with her rhythm.
Locking her in place with my right leg, hooking my ankle against her small, bouncing round ass, I reach down and cup her other cheek with my left. She grabs at my sides, then my tits, then pushes me back, back, back—
I’m suddenly rising off the floor, moaning as an orgasm rips through me and Palacia powers through it and continues fucking me in this straight, intimate position.
My ass flops over the edge of the table and then I’m sitting on it, trembling from Pala’s raucous momentum. The light fae-vampirex follows me onto the table and it groans from out combined weight—more mine than hers.
She keeps her cock wedged inside me, spreading me apart, and now I can let everything go because I don’t have to stand anymore. I lift my legs and part them, welcoming her into my embrace.
Palacia crawls over my larger, curvier body. She grinds her cock into my aching pussy and slaps my ass cheeks with her weighty, hairless balls. The clap of them rings out in the night, joining my moans in Liolen Sesk’s throne room. “Harder, Pala, fuck!”
She rails into me from above, all but squishing herself into my body. My ass flattens on the cold wood of the table, my spine bowing as she fucks me.
I reach down, cup her ass cheeks again, urging her forward.
Rolling my hips into hers. My eyes spin, my tits swing, and every part of me wobbles and shakes while she skewers me from above.
The bony, pale Bitch-Queen-breaker, finally using her incredible tool on me and making me see stars as I close my eyes.
Another lightning bolt of lust shoots through me. I can’t believe this is me, the “queen” of the revolution, former Lady of Manor Marquin, flailing and moaning from an interfolk vampire I could crush with my body.
Now, she’s doing the crushing. Every pump of her hips sends a shudder of ecstasy through me. Every time her cock descends inside I let out a bark of a moan.
Twitching, squeezing her closer, wishing she could hilt that thing inside me to the balls.
She buries her hands between her legs. Her left hand nuzzles my throbbing clit with deft, spindly fingers, and makes me scream.
Her right hand furiously strokes the base of her cock, trying to pump me full, while the top-half of her length spears me with every thrust. She ducks her head between my tits and nibbles on my flesh, tonguing my nipples, alighting every erogenous zone on my body.
I become a sopping, trembling mess as Palacia fucks me stupid. All I can do is hold her close, feel the wiry muscles flex with every thrust, her shoulders and spine biting into my forearms and hands as I hug her against me.
“Fuuuck!” I scream in a throaty rasp.
She moves faster, the clapping picks up speed, and I let out inhuman sounds—“Ughh, uuck, ahhh, fuuu”—until her rhythm slows.
Palacia lifts her head, her lank green-blonde hair getting caught between my breasts. Tilting her face, she bares her fangs and murmurs, “Please let me drink from you again, Sephania. It’s been so long.”
I nod profusely, sputtering, “Y-Yes! Do it! Feast on my blood while you feast on my cunt!”
She doesn’t stop fucking me even as she bites lightly just above my collar. I hardly feel the pinprick from the damage she’s inflicting on my pussy, railing me until my mind stops working.
The vacuum sensation of her sucking my blood makes the next climax more powerful, headier, and has me twitching and curling my toes all over again. Both my legs close around her this time, locking her into place so she has nowhere to go but deeper.