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Why she parted her legs willingly, silver flashing in the sheath against her inner thigh.
How she stared at Lucan, panting as one hand touched himself again, and curled her fingers around the hilt.
And then…
She lifted the blade, flashing in the witchlights…
…and tossed it to the side of the bed, skittering along the marble until it disappeared under a bookcase against the wall.
“Beautiful,” Lucan whispered, low enough that Elarian strained to hear his voice.
Her body now his to command, she found herself lifting her arms above her head, waiting for Lucan to bind her. The ribbons holding her golden mask in place remained firmly tied behind her ears. Playing the part of the courtesan, she let herself forget duty and moonlit oaths. In the eventide hours when the world sank into tranquility and the moon did not yet rule the sky, she forged a new oath.
One night as his whore, then this masquerade will finally end.
Licking his lips, Lucan shoved Elarian further onto the large bed. Embraced by black silk and convinced this was still a battle she could win, the elf maiden let herself beg for more.
“I can take it,” she said with a throaty rasp. “I heal qui—”
The twisted smile that churned her stomach and made her muffled voice of rationality scream returned.
“Don’t worry, pet. We will be sure to test that.”
For a breath, Elarian’s gaze flicked to the chamber doors, then to the place she last saw her silver. Before she could think, shadows wrapped so tightly around her wrists that her fingers immediately tingled with pain. Lucan dragged himself forward, positioning both knees beside her head. A small thread of black skimmed across her lips; the sensation tickled, and she began to laugh despite herself.
Lucan grabbed a goblet from the nightstand next to them and tilted its contents toward her mouth. A vile liquid tasting of iron and rot coated her throat. Elarian gagged, but Lucan did not stop pouring until the goblet was emptied. He then tossed it aside and pressed a thumb to her lower lip, wiping away the dribbles of red.
“Your first reward, pet.” He hooked his thumb inside her mouth and wrenched it open. “Now, it’s time for mine.”
Lucan lifted his hips and pressed the deathly cold tip of his throbbing cock against her lips. Pausing, he waited until her gaze found his.
Then, he buried himself in her throat.
Elarian gagged, the acrid taste of metal against her tongue competing with the faint, salty sweetness of his flesh. The golden bars scraped against the sides of her mouth as he thrust deeper. Desperate for breath, she thrashed wildly against his thighs, but he only pulled out halfway before slamming his cock into the back of her throat again. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes. His smile deepened at the sight.
“Whore’s mouths are the first thing to break,” he crooned as he tucked an errant strand of hair behind Elarian’s ears.
Godsdamn him, godsdamn her! This couldn’t be happening, being violated like this by a vampire! And how…how could she even find a shred of enjoyment? Thick, creamy liquid pooled on the black silk beneath her thighs.
“And yours…” He slipped his cock glistening with saliva back into her mouth. “…will be my favorite.”
Every punishing thrust, piercings pushing against her flesh, and scraping against her teeth sent a wave of undeniable pleasure through Elarian’s starved body. She moved her hands higher around his thighs, fingers grabbing the roundness of his ass and pulling him deeper.
Elarian had always known she was a wretched thing even before Lucan scarred her once-perfect flesh. Had never been a sacred, hallowed weapon as she was told, but rather a vessel for all that was foul upon this earth. She would drink it all in, relishing in the depravity as her only reward for leading a life never worth living.
Suddenly, Lucan pulled himself away and leaned back. Thick strands of saliva hung from the rounded ends of his golden bars, slowly dripping onto her heaving breasts. His eyes gleamed bright, burning embers surrounded by a sea of black.
“That mouth is good for something after all,” he crooned. “But I can smell your arousal, and goddess help me, it’s fucking beautiful.”
He slid down on the bed, then roughly shoved three fingers inside Elarian. Her stomach clenched, gasp dying in her throat as he stretched her open.
“I’ve never fucked someone with such a perfect, needy little cunt like yours. I don’t think I’ll be returning you to Aurelion anytime soon, pet.”
Elarian tried to speak, but the time for forming words had long passed. Now she could only manage moans and shrieks, everything in her body clamoring for more, more, more!
Lucan pulled his fingers out, then raised them to his mouth and slowly licked them. His eyes grew drunk with desire. In another world, if she had not lost herself already, her silver might’ve been in his heart by now.
Instead, Elarian half-giggled as shadowy hands flipped her over, pulling her hips high into the air while Lucan forced her head down. The mask slipped ever so slightly; Elarian did not notice. She was far too gone, submitting herself to Lucan’s every whim, letting him use her like she was nothing more than holes to fuck to pass the time.
