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One night with the King(Updated everyday)

"Open your eyes for me please. Let me see the desired in them." Lucius pleaded as he took her lips again. He had felt his own climax when she did. Her screams sending unending waves of pleasure to his cock. He had come fast and hard with a groan of his own and now he feared that he had hurt her. "Please." He pleaded again when she didn't respond. She was so deep in pleasure that she couldn't hear him. He felt an overwhelming happiness that he had given his soul mate that much pleasure. But he needed to be sure that it was indeed pleasure. He wanted to do right by her. He wanted her to tell him that she loved this. Monica opened her eyes slowly tears falling from it as she did. "Tears of pleasure?" He asked, his eyes pleading for an answer. Monica couldn't speak and she knew it. She didn't even try to speak her voice was clogged as so many emotions ran through her, the most outstanding being intense pleasure. I must enter you now." he warned her begging for permission. He didn't want to hurt her. She nodded in understanding but she knew as much as he did that gestures weren't enough. A promise came softly from her lips as she spread her knees wider for him." Take me because from this moment I'm yours." Settling between her legs, he balanced on his forearms. He shook with anticipation and need. His body was coiled, his chest on fire, his heart now a mallet swinging inside his chest. "By the great sun, it has never been like this." "Never?" Monica asked still in a cloud of her own desire. Her body had begun to writhe beneath his. Her sex smelled so sweet and beckoning. Lucius wanted to suckle her again going low but his other needs were too great. "Never." Much to his surprise, he felt his invisible binding tendrils release from his shoulders and arms, his legs, even his buttocks. He had felt this when he kissed her in the forest and when he was alone with her in the dining. Every time he saw her his body craved to be bound to her, there was no resisting it. "What is that sensation?" she asked. "Like fingers rippling over my skin." "The invisible binding ropes. I am so sorry, Monica I have waited for you for such a long time a century to be precise. The prophecy promised me a soul mate one who would be bound to me. I have waited so long to feel this pleasure. The pleasure my people who have been bound to their mates felt. I want this my body cannot resist it. My body feels a need to bind you to me I can't control it." *** Two humans are kidnapped and forcefully made to live as mates to the King of all Vampires and the strongest Alpha. They are both bound by one thing, their humanity_but other than that their fates are completely different. This is the story of the Vampire king Lucius the sun of Apollo who was cast down to earth by Zeus and his mortal mate, Monica. It features, The war and trepidation that surrounds the vampire kingdom. The humans they love and the humans that love them. The werewolves they align and the alpha's that make terrible decisions. Even the witches that threaten to extinct vampires are not left out of this tale. This is a story of love and war and no one is bound to play fair. warning: Contains mature content.

Miraharlson · Fantasy
Not enough ratings
115 Chs

71. Betrayal

Clara had felt a little bit relieved when her mother had promised to help her. She knew her mother would do anything for her and whatever her mother wanted her mother got.

Only a few people knew it but her mother was one of the most powerful women in the kingdom. She was smart, corny, seductive, deceitful and vicious and what have you. She had her way around the elders and having your way around the elders gave you unlimited power.

Clara was at the stables In a secret room waiting for her lover James. She had a mission for him. To her he was but a puppet who owes her his freedom from that horrible now dead warlock.

She heard a knock on the door and rushed to open it. Time was ticking and she was becoming very much impatient.

Immediately James came in he smashed his lips on hers devouring it. He tore her shirt and his shirt. While she took of his pants he took of hers. They did all this in one second and he entered her the next. That was how intense the need for release was.

Clara liked those who did all she instructed, he was a good slave and he deserved his wages. She liked them submissive and stupid.

James loved Clarissa but he desired Clara, a burning provocative desire. He could not withstand her. She owned him. He knew he was only a puppet to her and she didn't love him, yet he couldn't stay away. There was this force that pulled him to her every single time he tried to stay away. He found that he was powerless against her.

James sometimes feared meeting her. He never knew what she was up to. She could be tricking him to his death, she could be trading him for money, or power. To him she was everything but to her he was nothing. His mind would warn him not to go to her but he wouldn't listen and even if he wanted to listen he didn't have much of a choice.

His body craved Clara and like magnet to iron he couldn't control it. He always ended up going back to her even after he learnt she had been the one who killed his parents and burnt down half his village. Yes, he was stupid. He knew that more than anyone and she knew that too. His love for her made him so and she was using it against him.