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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 · ファンタジー
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115 Chs

26. Fix your sins.

"Mother I'll never do such. I never planned this. I thought that his mate will help him feel better. He's suffering from his past mother can't you see that?" She sobbed.

"Then why the hell did you tell him about his mate when I told you he wasn't ready! Because the only thing I can see now is the alpha forever losing her! And yes I can see he's suffering but he doesn't need his mate he needs a freaking therapist!"

"Because I didn't understand why, why you felt he wasn't fit enough to see his mate!" She yelled frustrated. "I didn't understand anything cause you won't explain to me and I wanted him to be happy. I thought that__that when he sees her he will become better I never wanted to jeopardize his relationship with his mate you have to believe me mother." She begged for understanding sobbing and breathing heavily. She covered her face with her hands and wept more.

Kim exhaled, Aiko was still her daughter after all. "Do you understand exactly what's wrong with him my dear?"

"I don't." Aiko cried out. Kim exhaled again removing her Daughters hand from her face.

"Then you don't understand why I asked for your discretion. The alpha is sufferings from emotional detachment. Emotional detachment is the avoidance of emotional connections. And although Emotional detachment can be a positive behavior which allows a person to react calmly to highly emotional circumstances."

"Emotional detachment in it's best is a decision to avoid engaging emotional connections, rather than an inability or difficulty in doing so, typically for personal, social, or other reasons. In this sense it can allow people to maintain boundaries, psychic integrity and avoid undesired impact by or upon others, related to emotional demands which the alpha is known for."

"Isn't that a good thing_"

"I'm not through. As much as emotional detachment has it's perk it also has it downs. Emotional detachment may allow acts of extreme cruelty, such as torture and abuse, supported by the decision to not connect emphatically with the person concerned. And this is why I asked that you kept the truth away from him because he sure as hell isn't ready for it."

"I never knew about this mother."

"I don't care Aiko I gave you a clear warning. Fix it. Get him to fix it! Because I'm sure as hell not letting you risk that young mans life because you could not obey simple instructions. Do you understand?"

Aiko nodded. She was going to fix this no matter what it took her to. The problem now was she didn't know how to. It took more than determination to fix a problem.

For the three months Gloria was in her cell the alphas condition became worse. He couldn't feel, he couldn't think.

The alphas first disorder came as a case of amnesia he forgot everything numbing his mind. But in the last week of the third month a drastic change occurred when he saw someone wearing almost the same clothes Gloria was wearing the day he brought her to his home, during a drive back from the meeting of alphas.

He went into a panic attack and his mind went on reset. Everything became on replay. His life was on replay. His memory was on replay, his mothers death, his first sex, the face Gloria gave to him when he had ordered her arrest, his father's brutality. Every bad he had ever experienced and ever done kept playing in his mind. He closed his eyes almost feeling himself drown in despair when he heard his mother's voice.

"You will lose someone you can't live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news."

"They live forever in your broken heart that doesn't seal back up. And you come through. It's like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp."

His mother had told him when he lost his best friends when he was little in a pack war. He wished he could have asked her how you get over a loss that happened right before your eyes. A loss you could have prevented but had no strength to. A loss you failed to prevent.

He was hurt so much it felt as though he would bleed to death with the pain of it. He wanted to save his mum. He should have fought for her even if he was only 13 and no match for his father. Having been a young wolf he still felt that he should have protected her. He should have by any means possible saved her from the rot of his dad.

As time went on he became a genius of sadness, immersing himself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. He was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum. His body was a prison, his mind a chain keeping his soul in check lest he joins his mother.

After her death he started to consider life as hell without his mother and the knowledge of having done nothing to help her hung on her head, a slow execution.