Page 29 of Claimed By her Alien Prince

His right hand encountered the short sleeve of my dress. Impatiently he pushed it aside and down; material tore as he pulled on it to expose one of my breasts.

Cold air hit it and I moaned as my nipple pebbled.

His hand encircled my tit, kneaded it, and a small explosion of pleasure shot through me. How could anything feel this good and not enough at the same time?

His lips left mine, but before I could protest, they closed around my nipple while his hand moved my tit up to accommodate him. My toes curled and tiny sounds escaped my lips.

His tongue flicked against my nipple, and I cried out, but that was nothing compared to the feeling of the tips of his fangs nipping at the erect bud.

My body arched into him, and my breathing became labored.

His other hand gathered my long skirt, shoved it up my leg, my thigh. The brush of his calloused hand against my overly sensitive flesh made me mewl his name. "Seth."

His hand cupped my pussy through my panties and his groan echoed through me as I shamelessly ground against his hand. Fingers moved the fragile material of my panties aside, brushed against my clit. I dug my fingers into his arms and hollered as a hot pulsing wave moved through me. Holy shit, had I just come?

Was that a climax?

Rational thought, however, left me again, when first one, then two and three fingers invaded a part of me nobody had ever touched or seen.

"All the hells, you are so fucking hot and wet," he mumbled as his lips let go of my nipple.

His hands tore impatiently at my dress to free my other breast. He ripped the panties off me while my hands roved every possible inch of flesh I could reach. Faintly I realized that the large cut on his side from Nergal's sword had healed, only particles of blood remained. I didn't take the time to explore the rest of his body for the other cuts, already knowing they would be healed as well.

Iwouldhavelikedto blame my waning resistance toward her on the pain, but I had long ago learned to ignore and handle the pain the mortferrym blades left. My resistance faded because of her. Because of the smell of her blood, her scent, how she felt so familiar in my arms.

Once my fangs brushed over the tender skin of her throat, I knew I was lost. I had lost my battle and forgotten my vows not to touch her, to do my damnedest to ensure this sick cycle of styxes would find an end with this one. I forgot that I had sworn not to father a son who would have to endure what I did.

It was just her and me. Her alluring scent, her tantalizing body.

My fangs pierced her skin, a sharp intake of breath left her lips and I became dizzy. I smelled her arousal like the sweetest perfume. Irresistible, strong, impossible to defy.

My lips sealed around the twin bites and her blood filled my mouth. I groaned, nothing I had ever tasted had been this delicious, nothing. I gulped it down in strong, deep swallows. Her body melted into mine, gyrating against me, and soon another urge took over, one much stronger than to drink my fill off her.

She pushed against my erection and my cock reacted, I knew then that I was lost. She was MINE, and I would not fight it any longer. Part of me still understood the consequences my actions would have, but I was prepared to take them on. If I impregnated her tonight, I would fight for both of them, again, with my life.

Again? A voice mocked,it's not like you ever succeeded before.

This time it's different, I told the voice.I'm prepared, I'm not alone.

The voice had no comeback, but I heard its mean, echoing laughter before I could second guess where those thoughts had even come from, before I forgot everything buther.

By all hells, her skin was so soft, her tit so ripe and plump, her nipple hard and sensitive, and I gave it all the attention it deserved.

My hands explored her body and, faintly, I became aware of hers doing the same to mine, but my frenzy grew, especially when I found her cunt wet for me. She desired me as much as I did her.

I carried her to the bed and ripped away any clothing that was in my way, freed her other breast and gained entrance to her hot pussy. My fingers slipped into her tight canal, and I was as surprised as her when her sweet cunt's walls began to tremble, while a deep moan ripped from her lips. She came with my fingers inside her.

As if her body had been starved for me.

That idea pleased me, pleased me very much.

I fell on my knees between her widely spread legs; her pussy glistened and gleamed at me, looking red and swollen, hot and sensitive to the slightest touch. On my knees I would worship the treasure she offered me.

A quick lick across her clit made her squirm and moan, her hips rose, and I placed my hand on the lower part of her belly to keep her still. Her legs closed around my head like vises. I liked being her prisoner. But even more, I liked lapping up the juices she so generously provided. Like her blood, they were thick and sweet.

She squirmed under me, and I nipped at her thigh in warning, but when a deep hiss escaped her, I bit deeper, drew blood and lapped. Her mewls were otherworldly. She was a goddess.

My cock was done waiting though, it strained against my breeches and I impatiently shook them off. The head gleamed in the light of the torches, and precum leaked down; he was harder than ever.

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