Page 44 of Princess Claimed

She hasn’t yet begged me to stop, but her mind is still conscious, and her body’s still eager for more.

And speaking of eager... Drenched in her juices, my cock is singing in a way it hasn’t before. I don’t fucking understand it. I don’t understand any of this.

Not only is Ana enjoying this fuck, I am too.

My plan was to punish her. To teach her a lesson. To squash all the parasitic emotions that have invaded my mind—and my heart.

But it’s not working. Every moment I’m inside her makes me feel more, not less.

My thirst for Ana is beyond reason. My fangs throb with need. My entire body throbs with desire. Desire for her.

Her cunt juices are making me crave her blood. I need to drink from her. Now.

All I’d need to do is bend forward and I could easily drain blood from her throat, while I continue to slam into her cunt.

Tendrils of her long hair have escaped the diamond pins decorating her head, and they tease the sides of her throat, taunting me, begging me to sweep them aside and dig in my fangs.

I am losing it. My mind has been hijacked. I’m not even fucking her that hard anymore, rather, I’m thrusting almost gently inside her. I don’t do gentle. Something has to change.

Pulling out abruptly, I lift and turn her to sit at the edge of the table. She lands on her ass, eyes wide, face flushed, expression wild.

Her blood continues to call out to me, and she tips her head to the side, seeming to understand what I need. Reaching behind her lower back, she fiddles with something. Her hips push up, and she tugs at the fabric of her dress.

Helping her, I quickly toss the light purple cloud to the side, leaving her naked, every inch of her skin glowing like the sun, what I remember of the sun, but there’s little chance that the sun was ever as radiant as Ana.

Sweeping away tendrils of her hair, she tips her head to expose her throat.

Wanting to feel everything at once, I slide my hands under her ass and guide her back onto my cock.

As I breach her slick, still slightly stretched entrance, her hands grip my shoulders and her head tips forward. She gasps loudly, as I slide all the way back home.

The moment she’s seated on my cock, I plunge my fangs into her throat.

The sweetness of her blood hits my tongue, and she climaxes again. But this time my finger is nowhere near her nub. I didn’t know female bodies could do that.

Everything about this fuck is a new experience. And instead of crushing my unwanted feelings, it’s expanded them. And tasting Ana’s blood has exacerbated my problems. Combining sex with a feeding is something else we were warned against. The most dangerous act of all. Even beyond our brotherhood, many vampires won’t simultaneously feed and fuck with anyone but a committed mate.

And here I am performing this incredibly intimate act, and it feels so fucking good that all my hate transfers from Ana and onto our former Master, landing solidly where it belongs. The Master’s rules were designed to limit pleasure. Not only the woman’s but ours too. And I hate him for depriving me of everything I’m feeling right now.

As I draw blood from her throat, Ana’s cunt sucks on my cock, like it’s drinking from me there, and it’s beyond the best feeling I’ve ever had. My feet are firmly on the ground, bracing me as my hips thrust slowly, but I feel like I’m floating, boneless, and pleasure surges through every inch of me.

My hips decelerate even further, and my hardness slides in and out of her more gently than I even knew was possible, more slowly than ever occurred to me, and now I have a new apex to add atop my mountain of new experiences.

It turns out, at this speed, each millimeter of Ana’s cunt is unique. And as my hardness explores her, the sensations get better and better, her muscles contracting, stroking me differently at every moment. It’s like, instead of me fucking her, our bodies are performing the act together, responding to each other’s needs, and bringing each other the greatest possible pleasure.

Swallow after swallow, I drink Ana’s blood as we fuck each other, and with every drop I consume, my body expands—filling with joy and her essence—but as I expand, I also grow lighter. My mind fully vacates my body. I’m adrift now, floating on some mysterious sea, both warm and stimulating. And now I’m up on the ceiling, rising out of our quarters and drifting into the stars.

Her movements slow. I’ve taken too much.

Releasing my fangs, I look into her eyes.

Her skin is flushed, her lips parted, and her light brown eyes drag me deeper and deeper under her spell. My chest squeezes and expands at the same time. What the fuck is happening to me?

I close my eyes against these foreign feelings but continue to pump slowly inside her.

My plan was to fuck her so hard she’d pass out. I planned to viciously rub and pinch her nub until it was too raw and sensitive to touch—and then touch it some more.

I wanted to watch her fight to pull away from me as I continued to mercilessly pound her. I wanted her to hate me for the way I treated her body.

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