BEAST'S SLAVE - CHAPTER 15
Merilyn cast a pitying glance at her master, her gaze filled with imploring. “Oh, Vlad, you need not resort to ki||ing humans as well. I understand your pain, more than anyone else—”
“She is not dead; she is merely asleep,” Lord Vladya stated, interrupting her.
Relief washed over her. Merilyn redirected her gaze towards the motionless figure, examining it closely. It was then that she noticed the gentle rise and fall of the woman’s chest. “Asleep. Good, that is a relief.”
Lord Vladya’s eyes locked onto hers. “Let us be clear on something, Merl. If I wanted to ki|| a human female, she would already be dead. And let me tell you, I would do it with a smile on my face, and I would sleep well at night—perhaps, even better.”
He paused for a moment. “The reason I haven’t ki||ed her, or any others out there, is simply because I have not felt the urge to. I have no desire to… yet. It is not because of some misguided notion that I might be a good male. I am not. I despise humans and no longer see them as living beings.”
Silence descended, stretching taut in the air.
Merilyn wanted to argue his words–to believe he exaggerated, and that he still possessed some shred of goodness within him. She wanted to believe that he cared, even if he would never admit it.
But the truth was, she could not.
The look in his eyes… It was terrifying, like that of a stranger. Dangerous. Almost evil.
For the past five centuries, whenever that look appeared, Merilyn wondered just how broken the male before her truly was. Sometimes, she worried that the male in front of her might be as shattered, as feral as his closest friend, the grand king.
Slowly, Lord Vladya blinked, and the terrifying gaze disappeared. “I needed to keep a close eye on the human. I do not want her wandering into the southern wing. That is why she is here,” he explained simply.
Merilyn’s worry faded, replaced by a concern far more greater. Her eyes widened with apprehension. “Did the grand king’s beast truly escape? It was not just a rumor? Will he attack?”
“It was not merely a rumor, but he won’t attack. I brought the female here to prevent her from triggering the beast’s aggression,” he assured her.
“I do not understand. How can a feral beast be loose but not attack? It is not possible,” Confusion etched Merilyn’s brow. “What makes you so certain?”
Lord Vladya shrugged, “I’m not one hundred percent certain, which is why I did not attend the festival. I will remain here to keep watch, just in case.” With that, he turned away dismissively and began removing his cloak.
There was something he was not revealing, Merilyn saw it in his eyes. But she knew better than to pry.
She had many questions, but she understood that probing her master would lead her nowhere.
Now without his cloak, his muscular form was laid bare. Defined and undeniably attractive.
Though bonded to Henry and deeply in love with him, Merilyn still possessed an excellent vision. And over the thousand years, her gaze had always been drawn to his broad shoulders and impeccably sculpted physique.
One would expect a male who had lived for almost four thousand years to appear aged, but Lord Vladya seemed to retain the appearance of a human male in his early thirties.
“Feed me, Merilyn,” he ordered softly.
“As my master commands, so shall it be,” Merilyn had no idea of when he would summon her next, so she prepared to fulfill her duty in the sacred ways of Old. That way, the nourishment will last longer inside of him.
She undressed completely, standing before him in her nakedness. Then, she knelt down—her pregnancy made it harder, but she managed to assume the position. Tilting her head to the side, she offered her neck.
Vladya turned, noticing her position, and paused. He drew closer, pulling her up. “You should not be kneeling in your condition,” he guided her to a nearby wall, his body pressing against hers.
From the deepening hue of yellow in his eyes, Merilyn sensed his beast was close to the surface. Once again, she tilted her head, exposing her neck. His lips parted, revealing his elongated fangs. His tongue swiped against the spot where he would bite, pushing his elixir into her. With a swift motion, his fangs pierced her skin.
His elixir prevented the pain of his fangs piercing her skin, instead, it filled her with the natural pleasure she had come to know over the centuries.
Merilyn Mõ@?ed, familiar sensations flooding through her. The side effects of bloodfeeding for Urekais was arousal—although it varies, some more potent the others.
“Yes, my Lord. Drink your fill,” she whispered, cradling his head.
In the distance, screams pierced the air.
Merilyn was consumed by the intoxicating waves of pleasure surging through her body. He no longer pumped her with his pheromones–not since she had bonded with Henry–providing just enough to ensure the feeding would not cause her pain.
Yet she still felt the undeniable surge of arousal, that was natural to bloodfeeding, coursing through her.
“Yes, my Lord, continue to feed from me. Just like that,” she softly cried out. Despite her efforts to control herself, she struggled against her pregnancy hormones, coupled with the overwhelming influence bloodfeeding her master.
The sensation of his strong fangs tickling her and the firm pulls as he suckled, which traveled within her feminine core and her B??@š?s, proved irresistible.
Merilyn Mõ@?ed, surrendering to her desires, as she shamelessly spread her legs and pressed her swollen, arching womanhood against his hard, muscular legs.
Blood rushed through her body, more pumping into her veins as he drank from her. Merilyn felt so full—she relied on his appetite to drain her, unless it would really get uncomfortable for her.
In the distance, another scream pierced the air. And again. And again.
A pleasurable growl rumbled from Lord Vladya as he greedily drank from her. Moisture trickled down her thigh, staining his breeches. The pressure inside her grew unbearable. She needed relief.
“Please,” she whimpered, her senses dulled, reduced to mindlessness.
Lord Vladya shook his head once, resuming his feeding.
“I need you inside me,” she pleaded.
He fed until his hunger was sated, disregarding her pleas. He sealed the bite mark and withdrew.
When she met his gaze, she saw the same arousal reflected in his eyes. So why would he deny them both?
“I ache terribly, Vlad.” She cried, pressing against him. A Mõ@? emitted from her throat, “Please, grant me the pleasure of your manhood. I want it so much.”
He pressed a tender kiss upon her forehead. “It is the delirium speaking, Merl. You love your bondmate, and you do not wish to hurt him that way.”
“No, no, I want you. Henry knows that I am your bloodhost; he understands and accepts what it means,” she protested.
“But you will h@?? yourself after the hunger is sated. It is not acceptable, my dear,” his voice was strained. It took great effort, but he managed to pull away. “We need to resist the pull. But I will help you.”
Merilyn cried out, tortured. The need to satiate her burning arousal was so intense that tears welled in her eyes.
She focused on humping against his thighs, hard and desperate. She rubbed her throbbing ????oris against his leg, gasping with pleasure, her head thrown back in ecstasy.
“That is it, dearling. Ride it out. Allow it to pass through you,” he murmured, cradling her waist and gently supporting her swollen belly.
Merilyn cried out as her 0rg@zm cascaded through her, like the sweet, gentle waves of a serene ocean. Her body gradually stilled, eventually leaning against him.
Lord Vladya embraced her, offering her stability and solace. “Feeling better?” he asked after some time.
Merilyn blinked hard, attempting to return to the present moment. She winced, “A little. Thank you for maintaining control.”
“As if I would allow you do something you would regret.”
No, he would not. This was the male she used to have feelings for–she loved him for so long. If only fate was not too cruel to them.
A soft smile graced her lips. “I must now return to my beloved, lest we both succumb to this desire.”
Lord Vladya reciprocated her smile. “Indeed, that seems wise.” He released her gently. “As you depart, please summon a maid for me. It matters not which one.”
That would not be difficult. Every female vied for the slightest bit of attention from Lord Vladya. They competed ardently for a chance to gain his favor, even to the point of fighting among themselves for a place in his bed.
As Merilyn departed from his chambers, the echoing screams continued to pierced the air. Relentles. Agonizing.
Her heart welled with pity. For whoever it was to scream this ways for hours on end, the segzual act must have not been too pleasurable for her. Poor child.
Grand Lord Zaiper was at it once again, wasn’t he?
Or, was it the feral king?
••••••••••
Aekeira awoke the next morning in an unfamiliar environment, her eyes taking in the luxurious surroundings–the expensive bed, and the highly decorated bedchamber.
Confusion clouded her mind as she tried to piece together the events of the previous night. Where was she? How did she end up here?
And then, the memories came crashing back.
Aekeira threw off the blankets and hastily rose from the bed, her wild blonde hair tumbling messily over her face, obstructing her view.
With a sense of urgency, she gathered her hair into a bun as she made her way out of the golden chambers and towards the southern wing of the citadel.
What happened last night? Is Em alive? Oh, please, let her be alright!
As she pushed open the door to the southern wing, a wave of relief washed over her when she saw no sign of the beast.
However, her relief was short-lived as she beheld the sight of Emeriel lying unconscious on the floor. She was naked, marred by bruises and red marks.
Tears welled up in Aekeira’s eyes, her hands flying to cover her mouth as she let out a sob. Her heart shattered in her chest.
She had failed Em. She had failed her little sister.
“Oh, Light,” Aekeira whispered, sinking down beside Em and sobbing sorrowfully. Her fingers moved gently, offering soothing touches to her sister’s arm. “I am so sorry, Em. I failed you.”
Just then, the door opened.
Aekeira quickly rose, ready to shield her sister’s body with her own if necessary. Madam Livia entered, carrying a bag of herbs. “Is she awake yet?”
“No,” Aekeira found solace in the rhythmic rise and fall of Emeriel”s chest. “I fell asleep, Madam Livia. I do not know how I managed to sleep through the night while Em suffered.”
“You were put to sleep, Aekeira, so stop blaming yourself,” Madam Livia interjected. “Come, help me lift her onto the bed.”
As they carefully moved Emeriel, Madam Livia continued, “Lord Vladya did not want you to do anything that might put your sister’s life in danger, so he made sure you were asleep.”
Her sister? Aekeira’s thoughts raced. It suddenly dawned on her that Madam Livia seemed unfazed by the fact that Emeriel was a girl. “You knew?”
Madam Livia nodded. “I know.” She left it at that.
Aekeira watched her closely, waiting for her to say more.
Madam Livia finally spaced her a glance, “I have known for some days now. You do not see me rushing to report her, so you might want to stop worrying.”
Over the following hours, they painstakingly tended to Em’s wounds, cleaning her and applying potions to her injuries. Aekeira eventually stopped crying, but tears continued to flow. She had let down her little sister.
Why did the beast target Em specifically? Aekeira had been present in the forbidden chambers, so why did it break free just to harm her sister?
“Where is the beast now?” Aekeira asked as Madam Livia tended to Em’s intimate areas, relieved to discover no injuries or serious wounds, only a few bruises in that area.
“It returned to its confinement in the early hours of the morning. Lord Vladya had the locks changed and reinforced,” Madam Livia replied.
“Lord Vladya? Does he know about Em’s secret?” Aekeira’s heart raced as she began to panic.
“No. The beast left on its own, so the grand Lord had no reason to come here,” Madam Livia explained.
As Aekeira pondered this, a thought occurred to her. “If the beast could escape the forbidden chambers so easily, shouldn’t they find a more secure confinement for it?”
Madam Livia snorted as she gently cleaned and applied ointment to Em’s wounds. “The forbidden chambers is the most secure confinement you will find in Uraí. It is well fortified, with impenetrable metal gates and chains.”
“But that beast—”
“That beast, my dear, is one of the strongest Urekai beings to have ever existed. One of the oldest. The grand king himself. That beast has fought and conquered numerous kingdoms and forces throughout the world. One of the few males in existence who could resist the pull of the eclipse moon,”
Madam Livia shook her head. “No one familiar with Grand King Daemonikai would be surprised to discover that the great forbidden chambers of the abyss land in Ravenshadow Citadel fortress cannot contain him. A place renowned for confining the mightiest of males—Urekai, werewolves, faes, elf, vampire and orcs.”
Aekeira was astounded, rendered speechless by the revelation. The name Daemonikai had been linked with countless legends concerning the Urekai, and now it seemed those legends were true.
His strength, power, and ferocity were legendary.
It was unfathomable to believe that the beast she had encountered the previous night was none other than the grand king himself, who had lived for five thousand years. It was beyond surreal.
Aekeira had countless questions.
But the most pressing one…the one that consumed her thoughts, was why a male of such caliber—a beast like that—would take an interest in her twenty-one-year-old sister.
Why Emeriel?
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