Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 64359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Every sacrifice is cut. Every sacrifice knows what it is to be pierced. I am no different as I lie there with Emrys covering my body with his own, his cock sliding into my not even remotely virginal interior with a slow, deliberate motion as his fangs pierce me over and over. These hot, brutal kisses all bring a flush of blood from me. He bites my neck repeatedly on both sides, then moves to my breasts. Each tender snap of his jaws causes fresh puncture wounds and new rivulets of my blood which slide down to find the stony channels carved specifically for it.
The sensation breaks through the spell of his feeding, and I start to squirm. My hips gyrate and I feel his cock stiffen all the more, thrusting harder as my mortal body puts up its first and perhaps last fight.
As I am taken, and destroyed, Emrys begins to speak to me in the rough, guttural tones of a valker king claiming his human queen.
“You are a hot, pretty little thing to fuck,” he says. “Your passion is enticing, your lust for life is admirable. I can feel your resistance with every thrust. You fight me, because you fear me. I worship that fear, that loathing, that resistance. Give it all to me, my mate.”
He demands it, and I give it, because there is no resisting him.
He fucks me harder, rougher. He scoops me up by the hips and holds me to his pelvis, drawing me back and forth along the length of his vampiric cock.
Pleasure unwinds inside me like a whip being cracked. Suddenly, I am convulsing and contorting on his cock. My orgasm is not organic, it is forced. It is something he has done, a trick of blood and a manipulation of his cock.
My screams echo around the temple as my body starts to writhe and jerk uncontrollably against Emrys’ grip. There’s no escaping this mating, there is only taking the pleasure, taking the cock, there is only the dominant ravaging which makes me twist, shudder, and finally collapse against the altar.
“Good girl,” Emrys praises me, giving me an almost chaste kiss upon my lips. I taste my blood on his mouth as intense exhaustion comes over me.
I close my eyes and I lie in the arms of the first lover who has ever claimed me so completely the fight evaporated from me entirely. Emrys is the embodiment of evil and power, and I have left myself to his vicious mercies.
I could save myself, perhaps, if there was another chance. I could run again, but I do not have the desire. I could fight the same way I’ve been fighting for years. But what would be the point? Fate itself sucked me out of a deadly storm and threw me into Emrys’ path. This is where I belong.
“You’re an absolute menace,” he murmurs in my ear, his tone one of adoration. “The perfect mated queen for a hive of villainy such as this one.”
For days, I am kept upon the royal altar. I am fucked more times than I can count, and I come more than I have ever come in my life. I lose track of how often it happens during the days and nights, but I know that at the going up and the going down of the sun, I am fed upon and mated by Emrys. My blood and his seed ebb and flow. I grow weaker and weaker, but it does not matter to me. Every bit of waning strength feels like a taste of a little more freedom.
“She may not survive this much longer.” I hear Aristo’s voice speaking with some measure of concern as I fade in and out of consciousness.
“The ritual is not about survival. The ritual is about renewal. The death of the queen is an acceptable price to be paid.”
Those words lead me to my deepest surrender yet. Emrys will take every drop of blood and he will leave me a husk of what I was. I close my eyes, I let my head fall back. I meet my end in the beautiful jaws of the alien I could not escape.
7 SHARING IS CARING
Breath, sweet breath.
Life, sweet life.
I am surprised when I wake up no longer attached to a sacrificial pillar. I thought I was most certainly dead. I thought Emrys had drained me to the very last drop. But my eyes open and I draw breath, and I live in a way I never imagined I would again.
I have been washed. I have been clad in soft clothes. I have been tucked up snugly, and I am being held in the arms of the creature I was certain would destroy me.
Emrys looks down at me as I look at him in complete confusion.
“Why am I still here? Is there more you want?”