A low growl escapes me.
“Who is he?” I ask, distracted. The still functioning part of my brain strains to hatch a plan. If what she says is accurate, and all my being believes it, I can create a massive output of arcane energy and capture it with the Extractor without risking her life. I will please her, store her magic in the device, and make her mine.
“The Dreadful One, Cyrell,” she breathes, gasping when my calloused fingers roughly squeeze her breast.
“Do not worry, Celeste,” I whisper in her ear before tracing the intoxicating curve of her lips with my tongue and diving deep into her mouth, “I will capture your magic with my machine,” Our breaths entwine. “You are safe with me…”
The human responds eagerly to my kiss, her tongue flicking over the razor-sharp blades of my canines. “Do you trust me, Celeste,” my voice is deep, enthralling, and I know its effect on the females well, “do you want this?”
She nods, and I slowly lift her dress to find the white lace of her undergarment already soaked. I pull the fabric aside and indulge in the sight of her pink, quivering flesh. My finger casually traces her slit, and she struggles against the restraints, eager to impale herself on it. A smirk dances on my lips when I settle between her wide-spread legs.
“Are you ready for my cock, Celeste?” I ask, my eyes locked on hers. Oh, I will take my time with this treat.
“I am,” she whispers. I refuse to believe it’s only my pheromones working her up like this, needing me, begging me to take her.
The universal law is that magic is drawn to magic, and with her powers awakened by the other hunters, she craves me as much as I desire her.
My face is buried between her legs, and I scrutinize the pink throbbing flesh. She speaks the truth. The human is ready for me. My tongue trails each fold, explores every rim, and my rumble almost makes her come. I’m taking my time, and the moisture of her need pools on the table when I tongue-fuck her, the blades of my extended fangs grazing her opening. She writhes underneath me, and I feel her velvet walls clenching around my tongue. She needs more. If she speaks true, I must build up much tension before capturing the power she will release. I withdraw and smirk at her disappointed hiss.
I move to the opposite part of the table and loom over her head, pulling the tight leash at her neck to make her face me. She obeys, and I tighten it, the struggle for breath making her open her lips. Just in time to shove my massive cock as deep as I can into her throat. My fangs dig deep into my lips, and blood drips onto my shirt. I savor the resistance of her throat, the suction of her muscles when she tries to draw breath, the plea in her eyes. I’m drunk on that feeling of dominance and control. Pulling back slightly, I let her take a deep breath. The relief is only temporary as I penetrate her again, driven completely mad by the sight of her luscious lips around my fat length, and I lose myself, mercilessly pounding her. My claws are out now, and I rip her dress open, releasing her heavy breasts.
They jolt with each of my violent thrusts, and my human whimpers when my claw circles her perky pink nipples. The blades at my fingertips leave a red mark, but she seems to enjoy it as her hips rise and her juices drip on the worn-out wood. It looks like she likes it rough.
I wonder if the other Fae have treated her the same way, and visions of them taking her erase the last remains of control I have. I dive deep into her, feeling how she stiffens, and spill myself with a deep rumble, my seed spurting around her lips and trickling down her cheeks.
I withdraw quickly to give her a chance to recover. She spits and coughs as tears run down her cheeks, and I am ready to give her what she needs.
With a few deft moves, I attach the thick cables of the Extractor to her limbs and forehead and tighten the leashes, restraining her movements. Her eyes are all glazed, but she follows my actions, and I feel the thick aroma of her arousal linger.
Before slowly circling the table and climbing on, I let Celeste see me the way I am—the monster I am now.
My fangs crave her blood, and my dagger-sharp claws can instantly shred her tender flesh to ribbons.
“Are you ready, Celeste?” I position myself between her legs, feeling her soaking wet core press against my cock. I’m immediately hard again. She slowly rubs her clit up and down my length, and I throb in anticipation. That’s all the answer I need. I try to be gentle when I graze her neck and tease her nipples, yet the darkness inside me is more potent than me. Trails of ruby drops follow my caresses. My pulsating crown presses at her hot opening, and she writhes under me, trying to get more of me, yet I freeze in anticipation of this sweet torture.
“Tell me how they fucked you,” I demand, and she looks at me in disbelief, “answer me!” A pull of the leash on her neck reminds her that she owes me an answer.
“Were they gentle?” Her breathing hitches and she writhes beneath my weight, her pebbled nipples pressed against my chest, and I slowly enter her, “Or were they rough?”
Celeste gasps and lifts her hips, taking more of me than I anticipated.
“They were…” she looks me in the eye, taunting me. Devilish woman. “They were magical.”
“Did they at least have the decency to take turns? Or were you pleasuring them simultaneously?” I’m not sure which answer I would prefer. By the Serpent, I find both options maddening. She struggles to say something, and I smile darkly. “Both at the same time then. Human females are more resilient than I thought.”
Blood trickles from the scratches along her breasts, and it mixes with mine when my injured lips cover her in kisses.
She moans when I start moving, then screams when my hips slap against the silky skin of her thighs. The scent of her is so overpowering, so mouthwatering—
“Mine… mine…” is the only thought left inside my head when I sink my teeth into the tender flesh of her left breast and taste her blood. Her screams are a crescendo now; her writhing beneath me sober me up. I reign my bloodlust in.
I’ve marked her… I have claimed her. I have tasted her. Her essence was the sweetest symphony of longing and promises I have ever had. All the dark elves will treat her as mine, which will be great if my plan works and she survives the Extractor.
I withdraw from her bleeding breast but continue thrusting into her with a punishing force. I can feel her clenching around my cock, and I know that her release is impending, and it will be a cataclysmic one.
I hope the Extractor will be able to contain all that energy. Slamming deep into her, I reach out and turn the device on.
Celeste writhes underneath me, only the white of her eyes visible. My cum still drips from her lips, mixed with her tears. Another deep plunge and she clamps around me, her hot, wet tightness squeezing my cock, and I climax with a roar. The mighty jets of my hot seed push her over the edge, and she shatters around me with a whimper.
