The cot creaked, snapped, and then I was falling inward. He easily broke the bed with our combined weight and his fervent thrusting from above, nailing me into the coarse fabric of the mattress.
As I fell, howling and losing my mind, I remembered I wasn’t a toy. It took a while for my brain to turn on and come back toreality. I recalled I was afighter. . . and two could play at this rough game.
I managed to clamp my shins around his neck while he was busy pummeling my pussy into submission. His face shot up, cheeks and beard squished together by my strong legs.
A devious grin split my face and Itwisted—forcing him to spin to the side to avoid getting his neck broken.
“The fu—”
I flipped us onto our sides. He wrestled with my flailing arms and legs to fuck me sideways, sliding his muscled ass along the meat of my thigh while keeping one leg lifted. I fought through the next climax and repositioned my hands on the cot. I twisted and flailed again, wrapping my lifted leg around his neck.
Vallan let out a grunt as he flopped onto his back, sliding off the broken cot and landing prone on the ground. I rolled with him, ungracefully moving from bottom to top, with my hefty legs straddling his torso.
Vallan realized what was happening and smirked at me behind his beard. “Oh, that’s good, silverblood. I didn’t know you had fight in you. Even better.”
My tits bounced as I slammed my ass down on his rock-hard cock and rode him. My body gyrated, and from this new angle he hit new spots that brought another orgasm to the fore.
My pussy glided over his slick girth and I took control, hands clutching his chest. He reached up to cup my breasts, which dangled heavily in front of his face like prizes he couldn’t quite reach with his tongue.
His fingers twisted and teased my nipples. He flicked them and slapped my tits and I yelled out in pain and pleasure, another stab of bliss knotting in my belly.
I took his wrists in my hands andshovedforward, pinning them above his head on the dirt ground. My ass fell harder,faster, until I could feel the flesh of my rear rippling and draping beyond his thighs.
Despite the vampire’s imposing size and height, he was still a man, with a waist and hips narrower than mine. It gave me a sense of control as I took the top position to ride the life out of his body, using my thicker ass to pummel him into submission.
I smiled and leaned down, kissing him through his beard. My tongue laved like his had, ravenous and needy.
Vallan grunted in my mouth, the sound reverberating and vibrating through me. Or maybe that was my pussy vibrating—it was hard to tell when I felt connected at both ends from this devilish man.
His cock expanded impossibly wide and pulsed. Seconds later, stretched to my capacity—or so it felt—he flooded my insides and I climaxed at the same time, joining him in a roaring wail.
My head lifted from his lips, spine bowing, throwing my hair back to stare up at the ceiling of the tent.
I fell into him once he was finished throbbing and pulsating inside me, collapsing onto the man’s chest in a boneless heap. I could feel Vallan’s cum drooling out of my gaped cunt once his cock marginally softened and fell out of me.
“Fucking Truehearts save me,” I gasped. My cheek was against his chest, and I felt the oddest thing there: a low pulse of a heartbeat, gently rocking away until . . . nothing. No more heartbeat. “I—I could feel your heart,” I croaked. “You’re supposed to be undead.”
“I get like that when my urges take hold.” His arm curled around my neck, either protectively or possessively, I couldn’t tell, and I didn’t rightly care.
He pressed a kiss to my forehead. I looked up at him, expecting he had something to say. My body twitched with an aftershock and my eyes rolled.
“We will do this again,” he said.
I nodded my understanding. “Of course we will.”
“I will let you leave here tomorrow night. If you can walk on your own.”
“To . . . morrow? You—wait, what?”
His chest rumbled against my touch with a soft chuckle. He gently petted my hair like Skartovius or Garroway might do. It was odd coming from him, as if he was setting me up for the fall of my life.
“Skar may tell you to trust him, silverblood, but I will do no such thing. You can’t trust a monster born in the dark.”
Chapter 49
Six hours and easily two-dozen climaxes later, Vallan pulled his cock out of me for the final time that evening, bellowing his satisfaction.
I was truly a mindless heap by that point. Parts of me were numb, my muscles ached in places I didn’t know they could ache, and that was before we were even finished. My brain was a constant hum of contented sensations, my body bloated, sweaty, and clammy. My hair was plastered to my head. I breathed heavily to stay conscious—there were a few moments where I had blacked out, my body oversexed and ruined.
