The lack of air was doing something to her, heightening the strange pleasure she was already experiencing, leaving her feeling lightheaded-in a good way.
Aekeira moaned. Time slipped away. She reveled in the weight of his body on top of hers, the intoxicating pleasure coursing through her. It was there, just below the surface, tingling and trickling through her.
Maybe, just maybe, it might be better this time. Bearable.
But his movements ceased. Lifting one of her legs, Lord Vladya positioned it above her head, angling her hips before plunging deep once more.
He was deeper than ever before, each stroke sending shards of pain through her body. The pleasurable feeling slowly dissipated, replaced by a harsher, unpleasant sensation.
“Oh, please,” Aekeira sobbed, her body writhing in discomfort. But there was no escape. The sensations washed over her like a tide, relentless and unyielding.
And with each powerful thrust, he bumped against her cervix, prodding it, causing sharp pain to sizzle through her body. The new position allowed for direct contact, and his phallus relentlessly surged in and out of her, repeatedly hitting the mouth of her womb. It was excruciating.
GRAND LORD VLADYA
Lord Vladya heard the sound of a girl screaming, but it felt distant, as if coming from afar. An overwhelming urge had taken hold of him, unlike anything he had ever felt before.
The powerful need to enter the deepest part of her, meant for him. Her most sacred place. Vladya had never experienced anything quite like it. The need was irresistible. All instinctive.
He tried to fight it, but even he recognized a lost cause when he saw one.
His Urekai instincts had mistaken Aekeira for a syren-capable of full heat, capable of opening to accommodate his organ in her womb.
With each unsuccessful attempt to enter her deepest core, frustration coursed through Vladya. Why would his female deny him this way? Why would she not let him in!?
“Let. Me. In!” The words spilled from him in rage, his movements erratic, his thrusts vicious.
“I can’t…!” Her screams pierced the night, high-pitched and agonizing. “Please, I can’t!”
“You can, you do not want to,” he snarled angrily.
“No, no, please, I really can’t!” She sobbed, tears spilling, her head shaking from side to side. “I really can’t, please. Have mercy, it hurts a lot.”
Of course, she couldn’t. Aekeira was not in full heat. She was no syren. She was not his.
So, what in the world was happening to him? Why wouldn’t his body, his almost feral mind, take that freaking hint and stop?
Summoning all his willpower, Vladya managed to slow down his thrusts. His beast roared within him, fighting him to keep going and give them what they needed.
What in the name of all that is holy was going on?
Vladya stopped completely. Disregarding the headache that split his skull and the tumultuous waves of anguish washing over him, he withdrew from her warm, tight heat.
Her legs came together, and she curled into herself protectively, crying and shaking like a leaf.
Seeing her in such a state hurt him deeply. Perhaps it was because, this time, Vladya had not set out to make it hurt. All his actions had been purely instinctual. He had no idea why his heart was squeezing the life out of him.
“I am sorry,” he blurted out. But seeing how distraught the girl was, he doubted she had heard him.
He rose, willing his erection to go down. Then, completely ignoring it, he put on his garments and silently walked away. Arousal still pulsated through him like a relentless drumbeat, his throbbing cock hard like granite, begging for release. But Vladya was done for the night.
This time, he was not driven by a thirst for her blood, but a profound yearning to fill her womb with his seed until her belly swelled up.
Either the feral madness was taking hold more rapidly than he had thought, or the human princess was truly some kind of witch.
AEKEIRA
What just happened? Aekeira wondered, her body and soul wracked with pain. Everywhere hurt. She had come dangerously close to passing out.
Her chamber door opened once again, and her heart impulsively reached out in desperation, wishing for Free Vladya’s return. “Keira?” A familiar voice reached her ears.
A breath of relief escaped her. “Em?” she croaked.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here for you.” Emeriel climbed into bed beside her and hugged her tightly. “He won’t hurt you anymore. I saw him leave.”
Her younger sister murmured soothingly, gently patting her hair. Emeriel’s body trembled, and Aekeira could hear the strain in her voice. “It’s okay, I’ve got you. I’m sorry I can’t protect you from this. I wish I could.”
How could Aekeira express to her sister that, despite the pain he had caused, she secretly longed for Lord Vladya’s return?
How could she explain that, even in the midst of her hurt, she still yearned to feel his touch, to have him inside her again?
Something was seriously wrong with her.
Aekeira buried her face in Emeriel’s throat and let her tears flow freely.
AMIE
The day bled into dusk, casting long shadows that stretched from the looming towers of Ravenshadow Fortress like grasping fingers. Amie walked with Emeriel along one of the many winding paths leading away from the sprawling fortress.
“Where did you say we were headed again?” Emeriel asked. Dust rose from the path with each step, swirling around their ankles like a smoky haze.
“To the barn, my lady. Madam Livia said you should assist me in milking the cows,” Amie replied.
A flicker of doubt crossed Emeriel’s brow, but she followed Amie anyway.
“Did you service Lord Vladya last night?” Amie asked as they walked. “I overheard two maids from Blackstone conversing by the well. Apparently, Lord Vladya…”
Dismissed a Urekai maid to go mount a human royal.”
“Is that what they’re saying?”
Amie nodded. “He has quite the reputation with the Urekai females in this fortress. They would give anything to capture his attention, no matter how little he was willing to grant them.” She glanced at Emeriel. “So, was it…?”
“No, it was Aekeira.”
Relief washed over Amie.
Emeriel was looking at her strangely. “Is something troubling you?”
“No, nothing.” Amie’s conscience was already killing her, knowing she would soon deliver Prince Emeriel to Master Boris. But the added guilt of doing so shortly after Lord Vladya had mounted her was simply too much for Amie to bear. It was a small comfort that it was not she who had been involved.
“We have arrived,” Amie announced softly, gesturing towards a weathered building ahead.
The barn house, its roof thatched with golden straw, stood a short distance away. The air hung heavy with the scent of hay and livestock, mingling with the rhythmic stirrings of the animals. Shafts of golden sunlight seeped through the gaps in the aged wood, creating patterns upon the earthen floor below.
Amie led Emeriel towards the doors, their hinges groaning in protest as they creaked open. As they stepped inside, a large hand shot out from the shadows, clamping around Emeriel’s arm.
Emeriel yelped as he was hoisted off the ground. Master Boris loomed over him, a cruel sneer twisting his features. “Finally,” he snarled, his voice dripping with malice. “You’ve done well, Amie. Bringing him to me like a prized boar to the slaughter.”
Amie flinched at the comparison, her eyes widening in terror. Tears welled up, blurring her vision as she stumbled back a step.
Emeriel stared at her in disbelief. “Wh-what is the meaning of this, Amie?” he stammered, his voice barely a whisper.
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