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Unlike before, he could not sense her emotions. Before, when he made love to her, he had joined his mind with hers so each touch, each sensation was theirs to share. But the beast had shut Richelle out of his mind the moment he sank into her delectable lushness. There was only the call of bloodlust driving the beast to take what belonged to him.

He could feel her hands upon his chest, touching him, adding fuel to the fire licking along his spine as his blood boiled and his balls tightened against

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his thighs. She didn’t push at him, just touched him as he devoured her lips, not getting enough of her taste. Her scent invaded his brain as he pistoned faster, her hips rising up to meet each punishing thrust. The harder he fucked, the more she dug her fingernails into his pectorals, leaving a stinging mark in their wake.

Repeatedly, he fell on top of her until he felt her walls begin to contract around his cock. Her muffled cries of completion into his mouth were drowned out by his own grunts of approval at her satisfaction. He continued his fevered thrusts through her aftershocks, her body quivering against his sensitized skin.

When he felt the last of her tremors subside, it was only then that he dragged himself away from her mouth, his lips drawn back in an arrogant sneer to bare his fangs. He reluctantly compelled himself to withdraw from her wet passage despite her cries of dismay and his body’s clamor for release.

She had no time to blink as he grasped her legs behind her knees and brought them up to her chest, lifting her ass slightly off the ground. Without warning, he dropped his mouth to cover her throbbing clit and sucked. And sucked hard. Her screams at the sensation did nothing save feed the beast’s desire to continue, releasing her nub only to lick out the sweet cream pouring out of her dripping pussy after her hard orgasm. Richelle tried to reach for him, but he wouldn’t allow her to touch him.

Staying just beyond her reach, he pulled her body up, lifting her legs over his shoulders as he rested upon his knees. He was ravenous as he ate her womanly core with ruthless abandon, lapping at her pliant tissues, her pleas for mercy going unanswered. No spot was left untouched as he ran his tongue from her vagina to the tender skin between her ass and vagina and back up so he could suck on her clit. She panted and heaved as he held her clit between his teeth and lashed it with his tongue before dipping into her sweet well to lap up a fresh surge of her ambrosia.

She pounded her fists into the floor, her hips thrashing beneath his hungry mouth, unable to get away and unable to stave off the climax that rushed over her like a comet, fiery and intense. Stars exploded behind her eyelids, like supernovas, at the intensity of her response. She wanted to touch him, but he gripped her legs, holding them fast against her chest as he fed on her release. Insatiable, he kept at her, feeding his obsession until she

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climaxed again, and then a third time. Her cry of release tinged with an edge of pain pierced the passion-laden fog enveloping his mind, but it was enough.

Releasing her legs as he sat back on his haunches, he ran his tongue over his lips to capture every last morsel of her juices clinging to his mouth and skin. He looked down to see her gazing up at him, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. She had the astonished expression of someone who had been asleep for a hundred years and had awakened into a new and unknown world. The beast was smiling in smug approval but was far from through with his feisty life mate, as his painfully swollen cock reminded him.

Richelle was still dazed by her multiple orgasms when Valya deftly flipped her over so she was kneeling. He tilted her hips, putting her ass and cunt on lewd display for him. Her nether lips glistened with moisture and were red and swollen from his loving. Her puffy labia cushioned her erect clit, beckoning him as it peeked out from the lush folds. He didn’t resist as he trailed his finger over her red bud, swirling around the bit of distended flesh while she wriggled her hips, reaching for the pleasure only he could give her.

He chortled at her efforts. The entertaining show of his bitch seeking, begging for his touch, pleased the beast. He gave her what she craved and dipped his finger into her cunt, her slick walls clenching at his digit and sucking him in. Slowly, he stretched her, thrusting his finger in and out, watching her thrust back against his touch. He added a second finger, and then a third, mesmerized by the sight of his thick digits disappearing into her tight hole as she sighed in delight but continued to push back, wanting more.

Placing his hand in the middle of her back, he pushed her down and pulled his fingers out. He used them to tickle the puckered rosette of her ass, spreading her juices around the virgin orifice. She whimpered against the foreign sensation, but continued to writhe against his fingers, searching for something that she couldn’t quite comprehend.

He grunted at her response, his cock surging upward, reaching for her cunt. Finally he could wait no longer. Removing his hand from her anus, he used it to grasp his throbbing cock and position it at the entrance of the weeping pussy. Richelle felt tight as a bowstring as the broad head of his cock nudged at the entrance to her vagina.

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She looked over her shoulder to see him poised behind her. A light sheen of perspiration coated his body as he held himself still, savoring the feeling of her velvety skin across the receptive tip of his penis. As he stared down at the creamy, smooth globes of her ass, his hand lightly stroked her heated skin, and she moaned. His eyes flew to hers at the seductive sound.

Richelle saw his expression change from sensual contemplation to fearsome determination as he held her gaze. She tried to sense his emotions, but the walls around his mind were solid, and she didn’t have the knowledge to break through. She opened her mind fully, nothing held back, in the hopes that he could sense her true feelings. She had to tell him, he had to know—

no matter what happened she would love him.

She was his mate. He had already declared it. It was his duty and responsibility to protect her. But also, it was his pleasure to love her. Their destiny gave her little choice, but he gave her everything that was within him. However, there was a price. Obedience. His steely stare focused on her face, glowing with the radiance of his harsh lovemaking.

“Tell me, Richelle. Tell me you will obey me until I have destroyed the Evil One.”

She swallowed hard, knowing full well that before the evening was through, she would agree to his demand for obedience. She was a woman in love and would agree to anything, become what he wanted to make him happy. But the prideful, independent spirit in her would not disappear silently into the night, no matter how great the desire. She had but a taste of freedom and was not willing to lock herself behind castle walls. He had captured her body, but he had surrendered his heart.

She struggled to find her voice. “I’m sorry, Valya…I can’t.”

With a bellow, he lunged forward and pierced her womanly core with a single punishing thrust. Her own shout of pleasure/pain left a ringing in her ears as she threw her head back and allowed the sensations of his cock pummeling into her to wash over her. She felt his fingers digging into her hips to hold her still as he drove into her harder, faster, deeper. She was so close to climaxing, it was pure torture to be held motionless when all she wanted was to thrust back against his cock, to give them both relief as they toppled over the cliff falling into ecstasy.

“Please, Valya. Help me…I need…I need, oh, Goddess, please,”

Richelle moaned, begging for release. His response was to snarl, then growl

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as he reached around her hip to pinch her clit just hard enough to stave off her orgasm. He settled his grip on her hip again, continuing his onslaught, driving her higher and higher. His mastery over her body was complete.

They both knew it. And they both were rewarded by it.

Richelle still struggled against his grip, trying to get the release she needed. No, that she begged for. But whenever she would approach that crest, he would exert his control and manipulate her body to hold off her orgasm. On and on it went. Just when she thought she would find relief, he would bring her back down only to guide her higher each time. The respite between the highs and lows became shorter as he used all his strength to fuck his mate.

The suffering was a sweet agony she didn’t want to stop. It was a gratifying punishment to teach one lesson—only he would be able to take her to heaven, give her the rapture she sought. Yet beneath his dominant nature, Richelle could sense the true power lay in their union together, and while he held dominion over her body, it was she who commanded his heart.

Richelle forced the walls around her heart and mind to stay down. When he sent them both soaring, she wanted him to share her emotions. She wanted him to know, no matter what, she accepted and loved him.

Valya’s head was swimming, unable to stop his excited body, slick with perspiration, from pounding his woman. He stroked on the rounded curves of her backside, pleasing to his senses, with his thumb as he dug his fingers into her flesh, bruising her porcelain skin. His eyes drifted lower, to focus where they were physically joined. The sight of their union fed the beast’s manic craze to possess her. He removed a hand from her hip and dropped it to their conjoined flesh.

Richelle gasped as she felt Valya’s fingertips stroking the delicate skin around the opening of her vagina, tickling her labia before circling around her enflamed clit. The sensations he induced rolled over her like waves crashing against the reef, one right after the other. It was too much. It all was too much. She wailed, praying Valya would give her reprieve and take them both soaring to the sky.

“Please, Valya.”

“Tell me, Richelle,” he grunted, not stopping the motion of his hips as he fucked her pussy. “Obey me.”

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She shook her head, her hair falling over her face. The damp tendrils stuck to her neck and back like crooking fingers summoning Valya, drawing him nearer. He leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“Obey me,” he whispered as he thrust hard and high, touching her deep in her womb. She threw her head back and groaned, her face awash in such pleasure he released a spurt of cum. He slipped his thumb into her pussy, stroking his steely rod as he coated his digit with their combined juices. The man crept into the beast’s mind and gave the command.
Now. It’s time.

Valya pulled his thumb from the warmth of his refuge and centered it over her anus. There wasn’t much time as he could feel his balls burning ready to burst, his semen and blood burning through his body. Pressing his front against her back, he growled as he shouted his command a final time.

“Obey me!”

“I can’t,” she uttered inaudibly and reluctantly shook her head.

With a roar, he pulled his head back and bared his fangs. Behind his blood-red eyes, he could not see Richelle. He could only smell her, feel her.

In an instant, he slipped his thumb beyond the tight ring of her sphincter to claim her ass while he sunk his fangs into her shoulder and fed. He fed as his cock slid in and out of her slick heat and he slowly fucked her ass with his thick digit. His thumb pressed against the thin membrane to stroke his cock as he took her.

Richelle moaned and gasped beneath him, writhing with pleasure. But this had nothing to do with pleasure, or with love. This was the beast taking his mate, fucking her, as he wanted, asserting his dominance. Valya grunted as he continued his sensual punishment, his body alight with raw energy while he drank in her life force. Her blood was thick and sweet, and he gulped it down, his appetite undiminished with each swallow.

She felt herself succumbing to a strange languor, and then white-hot desire coursed through her veins. Her body shook in ecstasy at the power flowing between them as he forced her to climax again. His almost purring growl signified his pleasure at her responses, at his mastery over her.

Through her dreamlike trance, she felt his rock-hard penis ramming relentlessly, her walls convulsing at his insistent invasion. She felt every thrust, every pulsation of his steely rod as she slammed into another climax so hard that her body bowed and she pressed her palms against the floor and lifted them both up.

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Valya snarled and gripped her hip tighter. The thumb in her newly deflowered orifice stilled as he pushed her back down to the floor. Scraping the floor with her nipples, she whimpered at the delicious torment, not sure if she wanted him to stop, and knowing full well, he couldn’t stop. With another orgasm building deep within her womb, she did the only thing she could do.

Bending down as low as she could, her breasts pressed against the wood floor, she widened her thighs and welcomed him into her body. And Valya purred low and husky, sinking into her deeply and thrusting so high she felt as if his cock was hitting the back of her navel. His balls pulled up to his thighs. Full and ready to burst, he quickened his pace. In a final thrust, he pushed his thumb to the hilt in her tight ass, jetting load after load of cum into his woman as he drank long and deep on her life’s nectar.

Richelle’s body was racked with tremors as she came. Her senses were on overload. His scent, his heat, his body reaching to her very core were all too much. His cum filling her was a liquid fire, like hot lava as he erupted.

Her head was swimming in that lake of fire. Her mind went blank as her vision dimmed and her breathing became shallow.

“I love you, Valya,” was all she could whisper before she surrendered to the darkness and fainted.

Her love’s declaration was barely audible, but Valya had heard her.
She
loves me.
Her affirmation was enough to snap him back to reality. As sanity crept back, he released her throat, swallowing the last mouthful of her blood before the vision came back to his eyes. As the red haze dissipated, his eyes settled on her. Disbelieving, he withdrew from her body and rolled her over to cradle her in his lap. Holding her head to his chest, he slowly rocked her, as if trying to soothe a crying baby. Only Richelle wasn’t crying. He was.