Page 43 of The Sanguine Selection
Only one time did I fail to control myself…and it cost me dearly.
My amusement returns when the wench cries out in dismay and rapture, coating my cock with her release. When she comes down from her high, she freezes in my lap, knowing that she’s failed. Her shoulders quake with her suppressed tears, and I almost relish this as much as when she was riding me.
“I’m so sorry, my king—”
“Do not speak to him, slave!” Jasper snaps on my behalf. “You will be punished. Now leave.”
The woman lifts off my cock with a pop and flees from the chamber, my dark chuckle following her as she tries to escape what she’s done.
“I apologize, my lord. Let me find you another.”
“No, Jasper, I will finish myself off and this Blood Slave will watch me until the very end.”
“But, my king, your seed should find a home in an eager receptacle!”
Now I laugh in earnest, strength flowing through my veins, all thanks to the Blood Slave. “Oh, it will find a home.”
Just not an eager one.
Dismissed, Jasper steps back as I stroke my cock. From the angle the Blood Slave reclines, she can’t see, but her expression tells me that she knows what’s happening, or perhaps has an inkling. It's obvious that she’s innocent, our Blood Slave should be untouched by everyone but us.
I hear her respiration increase the faster my hand moves. Our gazes lock, hers wide with the bombardment of emotions running rampant within her—ones that I can smell and taste, thanks to her blood. Whether she likes it or not, we’re connected, her essence forming a bond that she will never be able to escape.
Leaning in, I bump my nose over her clit, my tongue lashing out to lick at the precious droplets of blood dripping from her cunt. She tries to twist away, but I bury my face between her legs, pinning her in place as I lap at her pussy. Poor thing hates the pleasure that I’m making her feel, but I won’t stop—can’t stop.
Just as I’m about to show her the very secret of her sex, I pull back and unleash my own, rope after rope of cum spurting out and covering my hand. It’s grayish and thin, nothing like the creamy seed I’m used to, but I’m still very, very weak. But not for much longer. From this moment on, I will only get stronger, as will my twin.
Elated at the thought, I cup my hands together to keep my cum from leaking away. With a final lick of the Blood Slave’s cunt, I signal for Jasper to place the golden finger back inside of her. And then I paint the fluid I’m holding all over her spread form, concentrating on coating the delectable center of her pussy.
The Blood Slave gasps, her nose wrinkling. Instead of taking offense, I laugh, her displeasure bringing me happiness. I want her to cower, to fear me, but never do I want her to be content. Not like Larissa was. This female is only a means to an end—that being her blood gives my brother and I the sustenance we need to restore our kingdom to the way it once was.
And when it is, Mikhail and I will stop at nothing to destroy anyone who stands in our way.
21
Oxana
It's all fucked up.
The kings are even bigger monsters than the others, and I'm just part of their sick plan, woven into it as a meal for them to feast upon so that they may become stronger while I become weaker. They debase me like a lowly animal and I hate them—but not as much as I hate myself and the reaction that I have to their touch.
These men that my blood awoke aren't what they seem. I watched them transform before my very eyes, their skin knitting together by some dark magic. It's inhuman and unholy, but I'm drawn to these creatures whose eyes glow red and gold.
In a world that's been turned upside down from me, I feel safe in their presence, calmed by their touch when I know I shouldn't. These kings are not good men, and they do not want good things for me. But I'm beginning to wonder if I don't want them for me, either.
Maybe all the time Papa spent hiding me wasn't from monsters, but from the one lurking deep inside of me. It's an insidious, dark temptress that promises me things I've never known, if I only take the leap. I despise these black thoughts and remind myself that I can't trust anyone, not even Jasper.
Not even myself.
He's proof enough that no one will protect me, that no one in this castle is looking after me, and so I must do it on my own—but it will take time. If I want to escape this place, I need to know how everything works. And right now, I can barely unjumble my own thoughts, but I must find a way to break free. If not for my sake, then Papa's. There’s no telling what happened to him.
He could be dead or worse—alive and in the hands of monsters just as I am.
It's ironic how it feels like we switched roles. He was once the protector where I was the child, and now he needs me to help him. Papa would never abandon me, and I will do anything within my power to go to him now.
The restless urge to flee stirs in my chest, but I quell it. The clock is ticking and I must get to my father soon, but I must also bide my time. Everyone in this place is so compliant, so submissive. Their obedience is expected and it's obvious anyone who disobeys is severely punished.
Although it will likely nearly kill me, I must be the epitome of complacency. Whatever these kings want, I must give them. My stomach churns at the thought because I know deep down they want more than just my blood. These monsters want my body and soul as well—am I really strong enough to give themeverything?
