Page 27 of The Slave in A Princess Disguise

Need raged through his veins. His dick filled with blood.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, her body writhing in his arms, her fingers digging into his robe.

Vladya was in the clouds. Lost in a whirlwind of pleasure and sensation. For the first time in months, the restlessness beneath his skin ebbed away, the turmoil in his blood subsided, and the darkness threatening to consume him retreated into the shadows.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, he felt... good. Really, really good.

Vladya forced himself to slow, to sip, instead of gulping her blood like the crazed, hungry male he was. He did not want this to end.

He pumped out pheromones like crazy, so out of control he couldn't make himself stop. Coupled with the natural arousal of feeding, the girl stood no chance.

She trembled, squeezing her breasts desperately, pinching her nipples, her moans escaping like a melody of ecstasy.

"It's good. Oh gods…" Her words turned incomprehensible, slurring into senseless sounds of pleasure.

The girl's musk would drive him insane. The scent intensified with every pull from her vein, flooding his senses with intoxicating desire.

His hand wandered, cupping her weeping core. He rubbed her firmly, thoroughly, each movement deliberate and unrelenting.

Her breath caught in her throat, then released in a hiss. "Yesssss." Her body writhed in response.

She was close, Vladya could tell. Aekeira was so aroused that her musk grew so thick, it was almost choking, even in the open space of the woods.

For someone who had reservations for males, she wanted him too much. Responding to his every slight touch. A heady, possessive feeling clawed him.

His elegant, little whore.Mine.

Vladya circled her swollen clit through her garment and pinched—just enough to send waves of sensation rocking through her core.

She came with a sob, gasping and panting. Her body melted, but Vladya's body pressed against hers, stopped her from sliding to the ground.

So wired now, Vladya thought he would die if he didn't come soon. Pulling his dick out, he took her hand and pressed it against him.

Her hand jerked away as if burned. Was this her first time actually touching a dick?

The thought filled him with pleasure. A fucking primal nature.

But her hands came back on their own. Her touch was shy and hesitant. Tentative.

Yet even such skittish touches had him on the brink of orgasm. Was he really about to come like a novice young lad getting his first handjob?

She held him, her fingers wrapping around his girth, moving her hand in jerky, clumsy motions. With every stroke, her touch grew firmer, more confident.

Vladya growled, a deep, rumbling sound that echoed around them. Even his savage, half-mad beast within was calm, pleasured by her hesitant caresses.

He wanted to push her to her knees and bury his manhood down her throat. To feel the warmth and wetness of her mouth, to wreck her throat until her voice turned hoarse for days.

The mere thought of it ripped his orgasm from him with a ferocity that left him breathless. His fangs tore from her throat, and he licked the wound closed, savoring the taste of her blood.

"Fuck." His release was so hard and intense, he threw his head back, swallowing his groan as his vision whited out, stars exploding behind his eyes.

Moments later, he tucked himself in and pulled away from her. She slid to the ground in a heap, her body limp and sated, a dreamy smile spread across her flushed face.

Her movements were sluggish, her limbs heavy with the afterglow of pleasure.

"I enjoy touching you," she slurred, her voice thick with satisfaction.

Vladya's mind was beginning to clear, the bloodlust and arousal no longer clouding his thoughts.

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