32 Chapter 32: The stars, remember?

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Eve gasped, her hands flying to her mouth in shock as the slave clutched the side of her face with both her hands, masking the imprint of the king's hand on her skin. But what surprised her further was the moan that escaped the woman's lips. The king huffed, reaching out to grab the woman's shoulders.

He pushed her back against the mattress as he put a knee on the edge of the bed, his eyes traveling to the place between her legs. The slave protested, reaching out to him with both her hands while the man leaned forward, his hand sliding up her thighs at a torturously slow pace. And then in a quick move, he grabbed the edge of the pulsating substance between her legs and pulled it out.

"P-please!" The slave screamed, her waist arching up desperately.

Theo smirked, turning to a wide-eyed Eve before he threw the pulsating object to her feet. She quickly stepped back, well away from the object in shock. It was still glistening wet with the slave's desire. With a frown pulling down her lips, she kicked the magical object out of the tent, wary of its strangeness.

She turned back towards the king, with narrowed eyes, only to see his muscled torso bent towards the bed, his eyes focused on the pleading woman before him. Eve knew that she should probably look away. But the thrumming rhythm of the magical music was getting to her fast, or maybe it was her own desires that kept her eyes locked on the same spot.

"Aaangh!" The slave cried out as the king grabbed her ankle, his fangs pushing out his mouth and into the white of the instep of her sole.

Blood oozed down her wheatish plump legs as Theodore closed his eyes, holding the writhing woman in place as he drank. Goosebumps rose on the expanse of her skin as Eve watched the horrific monstrosity before her.

She had ignored it all throughout the night, shutting out the sounds of the moans and the cries of pleasure as the creatures sank their fangs into the humans. Yet, here she was, unable to look away from the same. She took a step back, willing her legs to move. She had to escape. She had to. There was no way that she was going to watch-

"Stay where you are." His command rang through the room, his voice thick from his desire.

Eve gulped, nodding her head at the man who was now holding up a bleeding leg, his eyes focused on the writhing slave. She cursed her luck in her mind. It seems like the man had eyes at the back of his head. She should have listened to the matron and gone to her quarters without any questions when she had the opportunity to.

"Theo, please!" The woman's scream echoed the tent, rising above the moans and screams that echoed the room outside the curtains.

The king placed her feet down gently, his hands sliding down her bleeding legs, smearing the liquid all over her skin as it closed in on her kneepit. "Be patient, my slave." He said, his voice thick with thirst. "I will make you see the stars tonight."

The slave cried out as the man jerked her thighs wide open, exposing her wet insides to a wide-eyed Eve. He then slid out of his pants, releasing a soft moan as he freed his hardened member from the tightness of the material. Grabbing the slave from her knees, he pulled her waist up, thrusting into her core with a grunt.

"Aaaargh!" The woman cried out, gripping the sheets tightly. "More!"

Eve's fingers wrapped around the soft cloth of the plain white dress that she wore, letting out a soft gasp as her knuckles grazed her inner thighs. Theodore thrust into the woman once again before he pulled out of her dripping core, only to turn her around. Grabbing her waist, he once again pulled her lower body up, thrusting into her back with a grunt that resembled a growl.

The slave's cries filled Eve's every sense, as she closed her eyes, sliding her thumb over her dress, rubbing the tip of her core. She could feel the wetness spreading, slowly starting to drip down her thighs. She opened her eyes again, yearning for her eyes to view the sight that now filled her head.

Theodore slammed into the woman, his one hand on her fleshy stomach and the other around her torso his chiseled form filling her with desire as he raised the woman up slowly in the air.

"More!" The woman screamed, arching her back against his chest.

Eve trembled, her knees weakening with every passing moment. Her fingers were moving at a much faster pace now as her eyes stayed glued to the king's hands wandering around the woman's breasts, squeezing and rubbing her nipples vigorously.

With a loud scream, the woman climaxed, slagging back against the man's torso tiredly. Theodore hoisted her up, sliding her out of his member that was still standing upright. He threw her against the mattress casually before climbing over her.

"Theo," The woman whispered, staring at the man with worshipping eyes.

"Shhh." He said, putting a finger to her lips. "The stars, remember?"

The slave's chest arched, slamming into his muscles as the king slipped his finger into her core, spreading her legs wide with his knees. Eve watched as his fangs elongated once again as his mouth engulfs the side of the woman's neck.

The slave writhed in pleasure, crying out loud as his fingers moved in and out of her again and again, quivering and shuddering as she opened her legs wider, ridden by the lust that spread through the room. Eve bit her tongue, suppressing a moan as she felt her own desires overwhelm her, her knees giving way with the pressure of the moment.

Before she knew it, she was falling. She caught a glimpse of a startled Theo, reaching out to her with his eyes half-crazed in lust. She thought she saw the slightest bit of concern flash in his eyes. But before he could ever reach her, someone caught her from behind. Someone that Eve now found herself staring at in awe.