Page 10 of Princess Claimed

Zane’s eyes narrow. “Look. As soon as Calix detected that she was above ground again, we alerted DEFTA. And we called back now to tell you she’s in danger.” He frowns. “And am I getting this right? You were holding her captive? Who the fuck are you? How do we know you aren’t the danger?” Zane leans forward, filling the screen. “Diederik!”

The smarmy head of security steps forward. “Once we find her, DEFTA will ensure Her Highness remains safe. You have my word.”

“We’re wasting time!” Phil’s rage is building. “If anything happens to Ana, I will drive a fucking stake through every one of your hearts.”

Phil acts like he hates Ana for how she disrupted our lives, but his duty to protect her overrides his resentment.

“I can’t pinpoint an exact address.” Calix shakes his head, as if he’s disappointed in himself. “But by studying the maps of the city, I’ve narrowed it down to a neighborhood called…” He turns toward the third male vampire.

“Strawberry Mansion,” says a vampire who looks like he might have once lived in South Asia. Then he waves. “Hey, guys. I’m Jag.”

“Who the fuck cares?” Phil stomps toward the door. “Strawberry Mansion. Let’s go.”

Chapter

Seven

Ana

Adark, hazy fog drifts around me, as I float on erotic rapture. Someone’s mouth is on my sex, giving me pleasure, unbelievable pleasure that’s set all my nerve endings on fire and stolen my ability to focus or think. Drifting on ecstasy, I fantasize that all four of the brothers are with me, all four are licking me, touching me, kissing me. And now all of their cocks are fucking me in turn, and although it doesn’t seem possible, it’s like all of them are taking me at once.

Yes. Yes. Take me. Fuck me. Use me. Make me feel good.

An extra thick cock presses against me, fighting for its turn. Is it Phil?

Intense pain overwhelms my fantasy, and I cry out. A huge cock brutally thrusts inside me, filling me beyond anything I ever imagined. The cock seems unnaturally shaped, deformed, as if it has bones pressing out from the sides of its massive head. But the pain soon transforms back into pleasure, and the massive cock stretches me beyond capacity. It’s huge and driving more viciously than even Crusher took me. It must be Phil.

The pain fully transforms into pleasure, and I moan as the stimulation takes me to uncharted places. But my brain is still heavy, thick like it’s clogged with wool.

I’m dreaming, I remind myself. This is a dream. I am having an erotic dream about Phil. And that is the only way that man’s massive cock will ever get near me.

Dream Phil chuckles. “Is that big enough for you, princess?” His thick cock continues to pound inside me, stretching me wide. “Or am I too big for your tight little cunt?”

He is definitely too big, but I hate how much my body loves it. I moan as his strangely shaped cock stimulates so many places at once, overtaking my entire body as I absorb the brutal thrusts.

Phil’s eyes pierce through the deep-red haze of my dreamworld. But his eyes have changed. They’re darker and crueler than I remember. And no longer golden.

This is only a dream, I remind myself. It isn’t supposed to make sense.

“You are waking,” he says. “As much as you’re clearly enjoying this, I must stop to complete my preparations.” His cock twists inside me as it continues to drive deeper and harder, moving in ways that don’t seem possible. Like his entire body must be spinning and twisting his cock inside me. But unnatural things happen in dreams, in fantasies.

If this were real, I’d never forgive Phil for this brutal invasion, and yet my body is floating, high on a rapturous wave that’s lifting me up to the heavens. The fog obscuring my vision turns blue, then white, then gold. Entire rainbows dance through my mind as my body sings with ecstasy. This sex is mercilessly savage, but also so good. Too good. I remind myself again that it is a dream.

“Enjoy this prelude while you can.” Phil growls. “Because you’re about to be fucked like you’ve never imagined.”

His intrusion abruptly vacates my body, and my sex throbs at the absence as I drift on a pleasure high. But then pain sears my wrists, my ankles, my chest, my nipples. I fall from my bliss.

The fog around me turns red, then black. My nipples pinch and burn, and something tugs on my ankles, burning my skin there too. Against my will, my legs spread wider, straining, and confusion stirs my red fog. Shouldn’t I have some control over the events of my erotic fantasies?

Intense pain obliterates every last memory of pleasure. “Stop!” I cry out.

The huge cock drives into me again, forcing its way in deep without preparation, and making me scream. I thrash and beg, but an evil chuckle invades the haze, and an intense chill penetrates my bones. My erotic dream has shifted into a nightmare.

My worst nightmare. It was bad enough to imagine that Phil was fucking me in my dreams, but it’s not Phil. It’s Rasputin.

“No! Please!” I try to cry out, but even in my dream, I can’t move my lips. Rasputin’s hand is tight over my mouth, and I know that if I keep screaming, he’ll also cover my nose, stealing my breath. He’s done it before to teach me a lesson.

Why is our friend hurting me like this? I want him to stop. But even more, I’m worried that he’ll wake my sisters or little brother, also sleeping here in the nursery. If one of them sees and tells, I’ll get in even more trouble. Trouble that will lead to more punishments. Punishments from Rasputin.

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