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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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95. Tattoos

"I like this tattoo."

Monica's head was resting on his shoulders. She ran her hands through his chest caressing it and drawing circles on each tattoo. Her favourite now was the tattoo of a lion shaped sun. She loved the way it stood out amongst others. It was close to his rib, if she moved her heart a little she could feel his heart was meant to be.

He looked down at her and smiled. "You love all my tattoos." He cuddled her, holding her tight. Her body radiated warmth to his cold skin, he found that he loved to be near her, she made him remember what it was like before.

"That is true but I find that I have a better liking to this one." She agreed smiling back at him. She lifted herself up so her eyes could meet his. "And I love your eyes." She said smiling.

He chuckled. He cupped her neck pulling her down to his lips, "and I love your lips." He smiled, his eyes locked with hers and he looked down at her lips then back to her eyes and then her lips. Monica kissed him softly unable to bear the tension of waiting for him to, she could taste the metallic taste of blood still on his lips. He pulled her to himself moaning as the kiss became deeper.

Monica winced a little when his hands cupped her ass from underneath the bed sheet. She tried to cover it up with a kiss but he quickly pulled her away.

"Are you hurt?" He asked looking into her eyes, concern on his face. Monica tried to kiss him but then he held her back holding her shoulders firmly. "Look at me, stop trying to do what I know you are trying to do." She smirked giving up. She rested her head on his chest pretending to hear his heart beat when it was hers that was beating loud against his chest. Never did she think in her widest imaginations that one could orgasm so many times as she did. But then with pleasure came pain and she didn't know how to tell him that. She was indeed sore more because it was her first time.

She felt like she was working on egg shells. She had no life before and now that she had one she didn't want to lose it because she couldn't endure a little pain. She didn't want him to feel bad or think that he had hurt her and she wasn't able to take the pain. She was human after all in a kingdom of vampires.

If humans thought her weak how much more vampires. She feared that if she told her that she was really hurt then he would think that she wasn't worthy of being his Queen because she couldn't handle pain. Maybe Clara was right, of course she was she thought bitterly, she was weak and useless and not fit to be Queen. The prophecy must have been wrong. But now that she was with Lucius she wished that for best she could at least be his mistress.

"You are not saying anything Monica, tell me what you think because I can't read your mind."

"You can't or you don't want to?" Monica asked looking up at him. She sucked in air watching him watch her so intently was just so breathtaking and so sexy she wanted to kiss him.

"I don't want to." He replied. He pulled away a strand of hair from her face and tugged it behind her ears. "So please tell me, Monica." When he called her name like that her eyes watered in tears. It felt so good to hear him call her like that, no one has ever called her like that, with so much love and so much desire. She wanted to tear her eyes away from him for fear that he would see her weakness but he won't let her. He gently held her chin so her eyes could be on his.

She swallowed hard. "I'm fine."

He didn't believe her but he nodded. He remembered that for the few minutes that he laid down on her chest before they rolled over she had winced once or twice and he had to adjust himself. He was enjoying the feel of her. Her warmth. her rhythmic breathing. Her Bliss. But then her fragile body couldn't take his weight and although she didn't complain, he could feel it.

He traced his hands now on the dried blood on her neck, his hands would never get used to feeling the warmth against her skin. She now resting on his chest her hands continued to circle on his tattoos but she was so quiet.

So lost in thought he was tempted to open up his mind link to her so he could know for sure what she was thinking. She was with him but he felt like she was still so far from him.

He felt guilt pangs scrapping his soul he never intended to hurt her. He was supposed to protect her and not hurt her but it looks like he did the latter and now she won't even tell him how she felt.

He was wondering so much about what she was thinking it hurt so bad. He started to fear that maybe she didn't want any part in his chaotic life, maybe she wanted to leave him. Maybe she hated him, maybe she only made love to him because she was scared of him. She probably thought he would hurt her.

In fear he cuddled her tight cutting all supply of air to her lungs. Monica winced again but didn't try to get away from his grips coupled with the fact that she was no match for him, she loved the cold of his skin a contrast to her warmth.

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