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My fingers sunk roughly into her flesh as I grabbed her and flipped our positions so that she rocked on top of me, her thick thighs straddling my waist as her hands slapped to my chest to stabilize herself. Her hair was wild around her face and shoulders, long, soft tendrils floating around us as she looked down at me. Blood dripped from her bite mark to stain down her satin skin, long vines begging to be lapped up. Reaching up, I wrapped a good amount of her hair around my fist, tugging her down to my lips. I tongued her bleeding puncture wounds, groaning as the warm liquid pooled on my tongue.
My hips jutted up, the head of my cock pressing against the crease of her thigh. “I want me cock in tha’ greedy cunt o’ yers.” I thrust once more, palming her tits with one hand as they swayed above me. “I want ta feel ye cream drippin’ down me balls.”
Wordlessly, she adjusted her legs around my waist and my palm wrapped around my swollen cock as I lined it up with her dripping slit. My thumb brushed along the head, trailing through the pre-cum, and my teeth clenched with the sensation, more than eager to sink into her pretty pink pussy. My free hand dropped down her side to grab at her ass. I squeezed the ample flesh as I pulled her down on my dick, a needy, whining pant leaving her lips as her tight little pussy stretched around my cock. Cream dripped from her slit, sliding down my shaft toward my balls as my knees bent, working in tandem with my hands on her hips to guide her into a rough, fast-paced rhythm.
Her hands fell back to my chest with a particularly hard thrust, my own hands spreading her bouncing ass cheeks as I pounded into her cunt, loud, wet sounds melding with the sound of our heavy panting. She cried out as I pounded up into her—she was on top, but she wasn’t the one in charge—my hands and hips taking full control. One of my hands found its way to her neck and tugged her down, my mouth meeting her halfway as I propped myself up on an elbow. My teeth sank into her flesh, mouth filling with her sweet blood.
She cried out, her hips pumping back hard to meet my thrusts, stretching her pussy wide with each one. Her tight cunt swallowed up my dick over and over and over again as I fed from her, moaning sobs racking her chest, blissful tears plopping from her cheeks to land on my bare shoulder, her mind numb to anything but the emotions pumping through our new bond and sheer pleasure as she fought for release.
Cream ran down my balls, slicking down onto the mattress, a pool of wetness gathered below us as Ottavia met me thrust for thrust. My mouth detached from her, my tongue lapping at the blood dripping from her neck. Her cunt clenched with the sensation. “Tha’s a good fecking girl. Clench that littl’ pussy on me cock.”
Her response was an appreciative sobbing moan, her tits slamming up against my chest as she rocked hard against me. I adjusted a bit, moving to lick at one of her jiggling tits. My teeth scraped along the soft flesh, my tongue wrapping around one of her nipples as it bounced. Ottavia’s nails dug into my skin, scratching and clawing as she fought for release. My ass clenched with each upward stroke, forcing her cunt to take me as deep as possible. With a wailing moan, her cunt convulsed around my dick, her hips gyrating haphazardly. I forced her to keep going with my hands on her hips once more as I continued to fuck her from below. My balls constricted, one last thrust shoving my cock to the hilt in her pussy as I came, filling her gut with ropes of warm, sticky cum.
She collapsed onto my chest the moment I leaned back, her body lightly quivering. Blood trickled from her bite mark, feeling warm and sticky between our chests. After a moment I flipped her onto her back, crawling over her, a growl purring from my chest at the look of sleepy satisfaction in her eyes. I could feel it beneath my ribs, her emotions swirling around in the background of my brain—her contentment,her arousal. I didn’t just smell it,I felt it. My dick swelled once again, grasping onto the tendrils of her lust, making it my own. My teeth nipped at her plump lower lip, my tongue swiping away the small bead of blood that rose.
“Na sleepin’ yet, love. We ain’t even close ta done.” Even as I spoke, my fingers trailed down her flesh, scooping the cum and cream that dripped from her spent slit. I pushed the wet digits back into her pussy, not letting it spill from her cunt as she stared up at me with hooded eyes, her heart racing with the action. I pushed the wave of pulsating arousal that drove into my gut through our bond, watched as her back arched up off the mattress and her mouth opened in an antagonized groan.
My mouth fell to her warm, sweaty neck, fangs scraping lightly against her tender flesh as I spoke, “Ye feel wha’ ye do ta me, lass?”
Her tits pressed hard against my chest as I leaned down over her, the heat of her thick thighs pressed against the outside of my hips. Pulling back, my gaze dropped to view her in all of her glory, my throat working at the picture-perfect perfection that lay panting below me. Her large breasts swayed with each deep breath she took, and her pussy pulsed with desire at the lust I pushed through our bond. Dark strands of hair clung to her forehead and cheeks, fanning around her head, stark against the white sheets.
I gripped my cock, stroking it as I gazed upon her. Pre-cum welled up to bead at the tip and my fangs grazed my lower lip, “I wonder, wha’ does tha princess's pretty pink pussy taste like filled wit’ me cum?” I squeezed my dick harder, that bead of cum dribbling down my length. “I t’ink I’ll find out.”
My palms landed on her thighs, pushing them wider apart as I dropped between her legs. Her fingers reached to snag into my hair when my breath fanned over her heated cunt, her body already so responsive and I hadn’t even touched her yet. Her heels dug into the mattress at the first flat swipe of my tongue, the hand in my hair ripping my hair at the roots. I growled into her cunt, my tongue swooping between her folds to taste the sweet and salty mixture of cum and cream.
Licking her from back to front, my tongue found her clit, my fangs nicking at the sensitive flesh of her labia, small beads of blood dripping to mix with the sweet nectar of her pussy. My fingers dug into her inner thigh, my thumbs spreading her pussy lips wide, my tongue lapping at her slit, sucking and licking like a starved dog as I fecked her with my mouth.
Moans rose from her chest, her hips shamelessly thrusting against my face as I encouraged her to feck me, my tongue shifting between shoving into her cunt and shaking against her little nub. “Tha’s it, love, cover me face wit’ ye cream.” One of my hands adjusted, slipping two fingers to join my tongue, scissoring sideways to stretch her tight little hole. Her back arched, every breath a high-pitched moan. “Tha’s a good girl. Yer so close, ain’t ye? Come fer me, princess. Feck me face, use me.”
She did just as I instructed, both of her hands tangling in my hair as she sat up on her elbows, her knees bent as she pulled me closer. Her hips thrust against me, tits bouncing and mattress creaking as she used me to get off. My cock pressed against the mattress, the head of it rubbed back and forth with the shift of her hips. My own balls contracted with her wailed release, her cunt pulsating around my tongue and fingers. I quickly withdrew from her and gripped my cock tight, stroking the length roughly as I stared down at her gaping, clenching hole. I came with a growl, her orgasm pulsing through our bond and my fangs bared as my cum shot all over her little cunt and sprayed along her inner thighs.
Ottavia fell back to the mattress, her breathing haggard. I dropped between her thighs once more, my tongue lapping at the cum at dripped from her cunt and down her thigh. Rising, I grabbed onto her cheeks, meeting her honey gaze for only a moment before I pried her mouth open, spitting my seed into her mouth. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed it down, her heartbeat thumping against my fingertips. My fangs grazed her lips, blood welling for me to suck up. I hummed into her mouth and her body shook below me in response.
“Ye ready fer another ’round, princess?”
Ottavia
Chapter Twenty-Four
The next few days passed in a whirlwind.
Having a second person on your mind, so close it seemed like they could read your thoughts, was jarring and painfully intimate. I couldn’t control the emotions that I sent to Eoin through the bond and it was embarrassing. He knew I always skated on the edge of arousal when he was near, turned on from just his fucking presence.
His smugness at that frequently flickered down the line of the bond, the bastard.
But it also worked in my favor occasionally, like now, when we were in his library so I could grab a new book but instead got distracted by the way his shirt stretched across his back when he reached for a tome on a shelf too high for me to reach. When my interest flared through the bond, Eoin had turned around and snatched me from my spot, shoving me face-first against the shelves as he dragged my leggings and panties down just far enough that he could get his fingers inside of me to test my readiness. Finding me slick for him, he wrestled his pants open before shoving his cock into me with a brutal thrust.
We fucked like rabbits, in various places of his house as he let me out to explore, uncaring if the guards making the rounds would come upon us. More than once Declan had walked in on us as Eoin had me spread out on his desk, lapping at my cunt, just to get a growling response from his boss as he roared at Declan to leave unless he wanted to die.
Every day he drank from me, leaving me littered with bite marks in intimate places, and every day the bond grew stronger between us.
I worried as I found myself growing attached to him. I hated him a little less than the day before each day we spent time together.
We were still enemies, on opposite sides of a cold war.
And there was no love, no happiness, when it came to war.
Only death.
