I looked up into his eyes as he came down over me, covering my body completely with his, with my legs still pressed into my ears, and as his eyes held mine, I felt him there, his hard thick length, slipping into my ass nice and slow.
All the blood rushed to my face but it’s hard to feel anything but desired when he looks at me this way, like I was the sun to his moon. He was doing something extra down there, like he was using part of his mind to make taking him easier but it was only adding to the intense pleasure that was almost too overwhelmingly good.
My eyes closed… “No open them, look at me, I want to see you…” His voice had a sudden otherworldly quality to it, almost hypnotic if you will and I wondered what new heights he planned to take me to.
And then there was a slight burn followed by a feeling of fullness and next thing I knew he was in my mind and I was above us looking down at the two of us on the bed and oh merciful heavens this was too much.
I felt my heart like it was ready to burst, so full of emotion, most of it sexual, all of it love. It was the double whammy of having him in my mind while his cock moved in and out of my ass. If he’d moved faster, pounded into me harder, then I wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much.
But the way he moved in me, the way he held my eyes with his, and the feel of our minds linked together in that moment was pure bliss. He kept bringing me close to the edge and then pulling me back, each time making me crave more until I was digging my nails into his hips to keep him close.
There was no more pain, just heat and a feverish need to cum. But as soon as my body reached that precipice as soon as I was right there, he pulled out my ass and slammed his cock into my heated snatch and I was off and gone.
My eyes rolled back into my head and this time I couldn’t keep them open even if I tried. I felt movement, a shift in the air and opened my eyes to see us both off the bed, floating in the air above it until he slammed me back down hard with our bodies so closely entwined there was no way to tell where one ended and the other began.
That nice calm loving of a few moments ago became fierce, heated, passion filled, as we moved our hands over each other, my nails once again scoring the flesh of his ass as I pulled him into me harder. His teeth found his favorite place, the mark on my neck and seconds later I felt his hot seed explode inside me, deep inside.
It was the smirk that told me, once I came down that he’d just played me. “Asshole!” I gut punched him but he just laughed and pulled me in close, wrapping his arms around me in that way I like. “Sleep princess, my parents will be here later!”
Sabrina
Dru did a very good job of bringing me back around after our little talk. After I’d ran away from eavesdropping at my foster parents’ door I’d been too despondent to think and it was she who’d cleared things up for me considerably.
She was right too, maybe I’d taken everything out of context, and since I hadn’t hung around long enough to hear much more of what was said after mom dismissed me so cruelly, it could be that I’d misunderstood the whole thing.
And yes, I should focus on the more positive things, like the fact that Lucien had indeed asked for me. Her idea that maybe I was overthinking things because of my upset over the last few days had merit as well, and by the time she was through convincing me of my worth I had a whole new outlook on things once again.
I headed back to my foster parents’ with a new plan in mind. No matter what, I must find a way to get close to Lucien. There isn’t much I can do about the mating, that’s already been done. But there must be a way to make his fairy wife lose face among our people before she becomes accepted.
Most will do that because of the crown prince, but aren’t they even more who detests the other clans because of the rift? By the time I reached their door I was feeling ten times better than I had when I walked away before.
Once again I came up short just outside the door and listened. It was easier for me to do this now with the special help from the hag. With that help I can now cloak myself so as not even to appear. That won’t work with everyone of course, and can only last a few minutes with the most discerning of my kind, but it gets the job done.
I listened in long enough to learn about their plans to have dinner with Lucien and the fairy; perfect! I called out before I entered making my voice sound as pitiful as I could make it, something I know has always made my foster mother give into whatever it was I was after.
“Sabrina? Whatever’s the matter?” I’ve long admired my ability to switch moods at will, to turn anything, any situation my way. It’s been that way for as long as I can remember, and though I know that most of it is guilt over my orphaned state, it’s never bothered me as long as it gets me what I want. Like now!
“Oh nothing, I’m just feeling very sad all of a sudden.” Her worried frown was just what I was after, for starters at least. And when she came over and took my arm I knew that nothing had changed between us, that she was still very much in my corner and had no reason to see through me like I’d begun to fear.
“Well what’s making you sad?” She led me to the settee to sit still holding onto my arm. I laid my head on her shoulder the way I did when I was a child and waited for her hand to brush my hair. As soon as I felt her fingers moving through the light wisps of my fair locks I breathed easy.
I lowered my head just a little so that the smile that came across my face was hidden from her view and so she had no idea I was spinning a yarn when I told her how much I was missing my parents, how lost and alone I felt while everyone was in a celebratory mood. I didn’t mention Lucien at all, didn’t let on that this had anything to do with him.
“I even took a walk down to elimination tower.” That one I knew would get under her skin and it did. She moved so quickly I almost didn’t have time to wipe the smile from my face when she turned me around to face her. “You mustn’t, whatever were you thinking? She wiped the few fallen tears I’d been able to squeeze out from my cheeks with her fingers and kissed my forehead.
From there it was easy enough to get myself invited along to the dinner she had planned with her son. And why not? It’s not like it was the first time, but I know had I not put on an act this time around things would’ve been harder, because of ‘her’. Everything now centers around her.
But all it took was my sob story a hint at wanting to end my life and I knew my foster mother would be in a sticky place. She wouldn’t want to cancel dinner with her son, but she’d be afraid now of leaving me alone since I’d planted that possibility in her head, the possibility that I might harm myself.
A jump from the elimination tower might not necessarily kill me, though it can, but it would no doubt leave me destroyed for the rest of my life. It’s something no vampyre would joke about. It’s also where my parents had been killed for their part in the uprising in which they’d been a part.
I kept my forlorn look in place until it was time to leave but once I cleared the door I positively flew back to my rooms in the palace. Something else I have to think about. Very soon the question of my living here will once again be raised.
Since I’m not of their blood and was never officially adopted, it’s against the norm for me to reside within palace walls, even the servants who serve here have that right, and I don’t. Another reason I need Lucien to take me as his second wife.