Page 67 of His Stolen Queen
His mouth ran up and down my neck as he, ever so gently, pulled me down inch by inch onto his dick.
The stretch was good…the kind of stretch you felt when you reached down to touch your toes. It burned, but it made you feel amazing once you touched them. That was what it felt like…it hurt so good.
"Just a few more inches," he coaxed. "There you go, my love. You take my cock so well," he praised as my wet pussy sank down, slowly, all the way.
My fingers ran through his hair, gripping the strands and pulling. My eyes were squeezed shut, and the remaining tingles of my precious orgasm helped me take him to the hilt.
"Set the pace," he ordered.
With a lusty moan, my hips moved up under the guidance of his hands. Even though I was suspended in the air, his arms held me tight as my lower body moved with practiced thrusts.
With every slide of his cock inside me, memories of this very same dance played like an explicit movie through my mind. It frustrated me that I couldn't fuck him as I did in my dreams. Rough, hard, and fast—almost violent in nature, although he never hurt me. My strength matched his, and I didn't need gentle movements in order to prepare me for his fucking.
But in real life, I was human. I knew I needed to get used to his size and the way he altered his lovemaking to suit me.
Still, the sex was tearing me apart in the most pleasurable way. My hips started to thrust faster, and his hands guided me with rougher movements. Soon, my head was thrown back as I trusted his hold on me. His body was like a pole rooted to the ground as I used him like a stripper. My breathing became harsher, my grunts joining his as I fucked him hard and fast. His cock was sliding smoothly in and out of me now, and I could feel our combined juices running down my ass.
"You feel better than I ever imagined," he groaned. "You're taking my cock like a good little Queen."
I whimpered as his dirty words washed over me, and I bathed in his praise. I was so close, but there was one thing I needed before I allowed myself to crash into another orgasm.
I tilted my neck, baring my sweaty flesh. "Do it," I panted out. "Mark me. Drink from me. Make me yours."
I didn't have to ask him twice. His tongue was on me, licking my pulse as if marking his spot.
"This will hurt, but only for a moment. Then you will feel pleasure greater than your wildest dreams," he promised.
"Please," I begged.
With a snarl, his head reared back before he plunged his sharp teeth into my neck.
I screamed as a sharp pain pierced me. But the feeling was over in a quick flash as lips covered my neck and a pulling sensation took over. And then pleasure. It started at my neck—an itch that got scratched before it traveled down my body, piercing my nipples as if they were being sucked, before moving into my stomach and shooting straight to my groin. My cunt—which was already in a state of immense bliss—was now being set alight by the most exquisite out-of-body feeling I'd ever experienced. I couldn't put into words how overpowering it was. All I could do was hold on and ride out this new wave of euphoria.
I screamed again, loud and long, as my release shot out of my pussy, soaking his cock and balls. His answering shout was felt and heard deep inside me, vibrating through every cell. It wasn't long before he followed me over the edge, where we crashed into a storm of untold rapture.
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Acheron
"Howsadfor them." Alice's grief overwhelmed me, and I savored the feeling. I had little time for melancholy emotions, but I wanted to soak up everything that my lovely mate experienced, no matter how useless I thought it was.
After our third mating, I finally let Alice up for air. Her perfect skin was bruised and marked with my bites, her delectable lips swollen. I had only drunk from her once, not wanting to overwhelm her with too much too fast. However, my little lover continued to urge me to bite her with little nips here and there. She loved the feel of my fangs piercing her delicate skin.
Hours later, we were lounging in bed, with me feeding her grapes as her back was pressed against my chest. I pushed the fruit between her lips, sipping on the juice that fell from her chin.
I had just finished relaying to her all I learned of King Artemis and Queen Sarai—that she was human and that they had perished when King Artemis tried fruitlessly to turn her.
"But it's so romantic that he created the Treaty in honor of her." She sighed against my arm.
"Hmm…yes. Romantic."
I didn't dare tell Alice that before his human mate humanized him, King Artemis was the most vicious and bloodthirsty when it came to slaughtering humans. Even though he had perished before my creation, his reputation lived on. I had heard stories of King Artemis plucking humans off the street and killing them for sport.
No, I thought, as I watched my love's face twist in romantic tragedy as she agonized over the doomed lovers. Better not break her tender heart.
"And how terribly romantic that he couldn't bear to live on without her."
I nodded. "On that, I can agree with him." The thought of losing Alice would end me. Literally.
