Cassius’s POV
I grabbed hold of her neck and increased my pace once more as I felt the pleasure begin to build in my balls. I knew I was close, so I prepared to give her the greatest amount of pleasure she would feel for a while. I bared my fangs and advanced towards her neck. I lightly licked the spot which I had been preparing since the beginning of our hookup. It was already pink and glossy; it looked so juicy, ready for the penetration of my fangs. I lightly brushed my fangs over the spot and I felt her shiver once more. “Your Majesty,” she moaned as I did. In a split second, I pierced my fangs into the skin of her neck, breaking through the layers and attaching my fangs to her jugular vein. I drank slowly and soothingly, reducing the pace of my thrusts just a bit as I wanted to build that body-shattering pressure in her. It worked, and in a few seconds, she was moaning again. She was so loud that I had to place my hand in her mouth so she could bite on it. This would help to ensure that she stopped making so much noise or she would attract too much unnecessary attention. I knew that she was basically on cloud nine because drinking from the neck during intercourse is probably the most pleasurable thing in existence. My fangs stimulate a certain pressure in her body which is instantly carried by her hormones to her nether region. Drinking from her while fucking her simply amplifies her pleasure tenfold.
The pressure constantly builds in my balls, and when I feel like I can’t take it anymore, I pull out halfway and thrust back in with so much force that I’m able to bury myself in her to the hilt. She cries out and almost convulses in pleasure as she undergoes a body-shattering orgasm that leaves her nearly breathless, her body jerking uncontrollably on the bed and her claws ripping the bedsheets.
The pressure of her orgasm instantly pushes me over the edge as her pussy continuously spasms over my dick. Her walls enclosed around my member in a vice grip, as if trying to milk me. The pressure is too overwhelming so I finally give in, my orgasm erupting as I pour my seed into her. My orgasm lasted for a few minutes, and within that period, I kept thrusting into her slowly. When I had finally come down from my high, I realized that she had already passed out, clearly spent. I couldn’t help smirking at seeing this. I looked at her neck and realized that blood was still trickling from it. The holes my fangs had borne in her skin were still present, so I licked up the spot, causing it to heal instantly, leaving behind only a small mark, my mark. I finally pulled out of her and that’s when I realized the reason for her reactions earlier on. She had been a virgin and I had gone ahead and deflowered her so ruthlessly, my cock was covered in blood, her blood. I had been so busy chasing after my own pleasure that I didn’t even notice the blood while we were having sex, but come to think of it, when have I ever cared? I guess this was what she had been trying to tell me in the beginning. She had chosen to give me her virginity and I had chosen to take it so mercilessly. Despite realizing this, I couldn’t even bring myself to feel sorry for her. Despite the pain in the beginning, she had gotten her own fair share of pleasure and that was enough compensation. I never asked for her virginity in the first place, she gave it up willingly so she should expect nothing in return. I had said it in the beginning that I was going to have nothing to do with her after this, and I had meant every word. I got up and took a look at her pussy, it was gaping and it was oozing out a mixture of blood and cum. I sighed and grabbed her pale thighs and brought them together to hide the fairly disgusting sight. I placed a blanket around her and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. After I’m done, I put on a robe and head back to my bedchamber and there she still is on my bed, sleeping like this is her room or something.
It’s time for her to leave and I head towards the bed and attempt to wake her up, but I suddenly stop myself when I see that she’s sleeping peacefully. I’ve made her body go through so much and it would be cruel to wake her up. But still, I can’t let her stay in my room all night, so I think of other options and roll my eyes upon realizing that there’s only one thing left to do. I had to take her out of the room myself. Although it would have been a lot more convenient to have the guards carry her out, I decided to do it myself since I’m partially responsible for her condition.
I wrap the blanket tightly around her like a baby, to cover her nakedness, and I carry her in my arms.
I open the door of my room and leave the room with her still in my arms. I walk through the dark and empty halls, the light of the moon shining brightly on me as I head towards one of the numerous unoccupied rooms in this castle.
I get into the room and drop her on the bed roughly. She stirs a bit and mutters a few words before going back to sleep. I leave the guest room and head back to my room. Immediately upon returning to my room, the stained and ruined bedsheets are the first thing I see, and I sigh. All the maids must be asleep and it would be unnecessary to wake them just to change the bedsheets. I guess I’ll have to forfeit sleeping today, although I do feel tired and would have loved to rest after such a hectic day. Yes, if you were wondering, vampires do sleep at night, if they want to. We’re basically not as nocturnal as people think. There are so many incredibly silly myths about us that are all too laughable. The sun doesn’t affect us, and neither does a crucifix. We are slightly nocturnal in the sense that we have the choice to either sleep in the day or at night. It depends on each individual and the nature of their job. The night patrollers usually sleep in the day because they guard the city at night, after curfew. I prefer to sleep in the night because I’m King, I have royal duties to perform in the day so I can’t sleep in the day. Since I won’t be sleeping tonight, I’ll have to engage myself with some work. I grab a few scrolls from my bedside table and go through them. Despite my efforts to try to stay awake, I cannot do away with the tiredness that resonates through me. I guess I should have gone a little easier on her and saved my strength. I can’t deny the fact that I’m spent. Before I realize it, the tiredness takes over and I close my eyes and fall asleep.