Page 34 of The Princess's Pet

“How many others have you let touch what’s mine?” she questioned, biting down hard on my shoulder and rubbing me in small, quick circles.

“No one,” I moaned.

“No one else has touched you like this?” she pulled back, her eyes searching my face.

“Only you,” I confirmed, moaning as I felt myself getting closer to the edge of release.

She responded with a growl that was raw and primal, and in any other context it probably would have been terrifying, but instead, it made my heated flesh hotter, and I felt myself gush onto her hand.

I was so close, my muscles tight and ready for release, but I needed more. More of her; like I was drowning and the Princess was air, I was desperate for her.

Her mouth found my throat again, biting hard and licking over to soothe the bruise.

“I want you, pet,” she told me, sounding very strained almost as desperate as myself.

“You can have me. All of me.” And I would have given her anything she asked of me, if she would only give me more.

“All of you?” she growled against my throat. And I knew what she was asking of me. I didn’t resist, didn’t question myself. I only stretched my head back as far as possible to give her as much access as I could to my throat, where I could feel my blood thrumming under her lips.

“Please, Ma’am,” I begged.

Her fingers pressed against me, finally entering and stretching me with a sweet pain. I gasped as she stroked in and out, the heel of her palm pressing against my clit, my hips rising to meet her thrusts.

And when I fell over the edge into ecstasy, her fangs pushed deep into my flesh. The mix of pain and pleasure was blissful, and I floated there in a perfect state for what felt like a small eternity.

When I began to fall from my high, I could feel the Princess’s mouth attached tightly to my throat and hear her drinking from me. Her fingers, still buried deep within me, caused my pussy to twitch and tighten and kept me in a state of arousal and want, willingly giving my life source to the Princess.

Too soon, she pulled her fangs free from my neck, her tongue cleaning and soothing her bite. She kissed my neck, and slowly pulled her fingers from me, and I groaned at the loss. She broughther fingers up to her mouth, and slowly, as I watched sucked them clean.

And when she was done, the sight so erotic, I leaned forward, pressing my lips against hers. I wanted to continue being fucked and fed from, for the rest of my life. But my movement to kiss her made me dizzy, and my vision blurred.

I closed my eyes, my forehead resting against hers. Her laughter was low and comforting as I felt her push my hair back behind my ears.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, sounding far more exuberant than I currently was.

“Dizzy and satisfied,” I answered.

She laughed more and rearranged my position in her lap easily, so that my head lay against her shoulder, and legs curled up as she held me tightly against her.

“Percy,” she whispered my name, her lips pressing against my temple. “You are exquisite,” she breathed, squeezing me tighter to her. “And you’re mine.”

“Only yours, Ma’am,” I told her softly.

11. Festivals and Worshiping a Goddess

I awoke to a glass of water and painkillers on the bedside table. But I wasn’t as disoriented or weak as the first time the Princess had fed from me. She must have taken less blood, but I took the painkillers, drinking the water.

I could hear the Princess talking in the other room while I got out of bed and found that I was still naked, and walked to the closet.

Warm arms encircled my waist and a nose pressed painfully into my neck unexpectedly.

“Hmm, I like you better with no clothes,” the Princess spoke.

“Ma’am!” I exclaimed in fright, my hand rising to my chest. “Sneaking up like that will give me a heart attack,” I admonished, catching my breath. I was sure she was speaking in the other room not a moment ago.

She laughed brightly, turning me in her arms. I saw that her eyes were still bright, molten-silver, sparkling. She dipped her head, kissing me hard, her tongue demanding entrance and forcing me into submission. Heat began to rise in my body when her hands moved to my ass squeezing, and she swatted me as she ended the kiss. Leaving me breathless and turned on.

“I would know if you were having a heart attack, pet,” she said with an air of seriousness.

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