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“You feel so good,” he moaned, nuzzling her neck and inhaling the springtime fresh scent of her hair.

“I do?”

He chuckled, sending vibrations through his cock that she felt in her clenching walls.

“Oh, yeah.” He continued to lick and nip her slender throat. So new to lovemaking, she had no idea how desirable, how intoxicating she was.

It was her turn to shudder. His touch, his kisses made her a senseless being driven by an insatiable need to feel every corporeal sensation he could offer.

And Valya offered much. In fact, he offered her everything he had, his body showing her all the emotions he was unable to convey with words.

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Raising himself on one arm, he slipped his other behind her back. He lifted her body, letting her head fall back as she bent backwards into a deep arc. In this way, her firm breasts were thrust high into the air, an invitation he answered by taking long swipes over her plump red nipples. His tongue feathered lightly over the very tips and then circled around her rosy areoles.

When her body was in a state of constant shivering, he covered her teat with his mouth and sucked hard. Probably harder than he intended, but he had waited so long, so very long, for her. He needed this, her willingness and acceptance.

She speared her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer,

encouraging, begging him to suck even harder.

“Please, Valya
.”

“Please, what?”
He gave several quick nips at the full strawberry tip before he dragged his tongue over the swells of her creamy white mound.

Her mind screamed in pleasure.
“Please, what?”
he repeated.

She dug her nails into his scalp and arched her back farther to force more of her breast into his mouth.

“Harder.”

Valya no longer chuckled. Instead, his chest rumbled in a triumphant purr as he did her bidding, sucking harder, faster, longer. He tormented the ripe buds—nipping, pulling, tweaking with his teeth before switching to the other breast. Her hair swayed as her head thrashed, feeling the maelstrom of passion climbing again with his cock plunging in her tight passage in sync with his manipulation of her breasts.

It was all too much, and she erupted into an all-consuming orgasm, burning through her like a firestorm. And when she thought she could handle no more, Valya released her teat and grunted against her throat. His pistoning hips slammed against hers until with one vanquishing thrust, his climax burst, and he roared in completion. His body quaked as jet after jet of cum spurt into his woman, her pussy milking him until he was completely spent and collapsed on top of her.

Both were heaving as they lay together, his member still imbedded in her heat only slightly diminished despite the strength of his orgasm. It was some time, as they lay there joined so intimately, before he slipped from the warmth of her pussy and collected her in his arms. He pulled her across his

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chest and rolled on his back. Her damp hair cascaded forward to obscure her face as it tickled his neck and chest.

“I never knew…it could be…like that,” she stammered. “I mean…I knew…I’m a doctor. I knew about…sex. But…”

“Making love.”

“What?”

“Not sex,” he corrected. “Making love.”

Yes, making love
, she thought. Sweet, tender, devoted, passionate love.

At this moment, in Valya’s arms, she didn’t think she had ever felt more loved, more cherished. He knew her every desire, could feel her body’s needs and had made sure she found pleasure in their union. She didn’t realize she was crying until Valya moved with a start.

“Gods, don’t cry.” His face was alive with dismay as he held her away from him. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I thought I had taken care of… Just tell me where you hurt and I’ll make it better. I promise.”

Richelle smiled and touched her face, damp with tears. Not tears of pain or sorrow, but of joy. This type of tears was unknown to her. How could she tell Valya how to make it better when
she
didn’t know how to stop the tears?

She touched his face, etched with worry. Then to appease them both, she cupped his face and pulled his lips to hers.

The kiss was meant to be gentle, comforting. It ended up being scorching, singeing her to her soul. And then, she was no longer in control of their kiss. Valya was. He raised his hands and ran his fingers through her hair, holding her head in place as he avidly devoured her mouth, his tongue delving into her mouth, mating with hers.

Changing the angle of the kiss, he groaned and felt his body growing hard again. His cock lengthened and pressed against her most intimate region, begging, whining for an invitation to enter as it jerked against her.

Richelle adjusted her hips, aligning his ready rod along her slit, each twitch giving them both a jolting sensation, gliding easily with their combined juices easing the way.

Soon, she was the one moving, grinding her hips against his rigid manhood. She felt a mounting need in her womb. She leaned her head back, her eyes closed as she tried to mollify the growing tension. Panting, she opened her eyes to find Valya staring at her intently, a bead of perspiration forming on his brow and upper lip. Her brows furrowed and she continued

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to slide along his penis, the heady sensation spurring her on and yet not quite fulfilling the craving she felt.

“Valya, help me. Show me what I need to do. To give you the same
pleasure you have given me.”

“You tempt me, my love. You make me want to lose control.”

“Maybe…I want you to lose control.”
She leaned down and gave him a long kiss, mimicking his licks and forays, accepting his groans as greedily as he had.

Placing his hands upon her hips, he guided her movements to give them both the most pleasure as she sat up. She linked her hands behind her nape and raised her hair, his eyes raking over her blushed skin and settling on her breasts, her nipples taut and proudly displayed. Up and down, she rode his cock, thrilling at the feel of his velvety steel as it slid up and down her labia and gasping when the broad head struck her distended clitoris, spurting his cum over the sensitive bud.

Watching his face, she felt empowered with his eyes squeezed shut and his nostrils flaring. She leaned down to lick a bead of perspiration trickling from his brow.

“Mmm, salty.”
She tried to sit back up, but Valya quickly latched onto her teat, suckling her as his cock slipped into her slick passage.

“Oh, Goddess,” she moaned. Drawing him deeper, she tried to fill the emptiness only Valya could satisfy.

No longer needing to guide her movements, his hands fondled her pillowy breasts, molding them, as he liked, his golden skin contrasting with her milky whiteness. Rumbling a feral purr at the image of her light to his dark, he pressed them together, shaping, sculpting them. His mouth watering, he alternated between using his mouth and fingers to manipulate her succulent tips. The faster he toyed with them, the faster she rode him.

The harder he plucked and pulled, the harder and deeper she took him.

He kept on plying her body with his large hands until she was

undulating frantically with sweat trickling down the fine line of her spine.

Instinctively moving her hips in small circles, she searched for the right pace, the right movement, and shrieked in surprise when she found it. She continued shifting, rocking against him. Each time she pulled away, her pussy clenched, refusing to release his impressive length. She was nearly

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sobbing, trying to find release when Valya decided to take pity on her, on both of them.

Placing his hand on her back, he pulled her roughly to him, his mouth latching onto one nipple while his thumb and finger pinched the other. She threw her head back in a silent scream, unable to pull away, anchored by his hand on the small of her back and his grip on her nipple. If it were possible, her cunt squeezed him tighter to the point of delirious pain as he pinched her tip firmly. The plum-like head of his cock breached the mouth of her cervix, and in that moment, the image of her becoming round with his child consumed him. The beast within surged to the surface, demanding his mate.

Taking over, he powered his hips upward, pistoning his cock into her as he held her in place. His balls burned and grew tight, ready to explode.

Faster and faster, he drove through her cushioned folds, the muscles in his thighs and butt clenching with each thrust. Yanking her hard to him, he latched onto her neglected nipple and suckled at her with a naked hunger that could not be sated. He would never have his fill of her.

Richelle threw her head back when the intensity of sensations and emotions sent her careening over the edge. She screamed his name over and over as she came. With his fingers gripping her flesh, he bit down on her nipple, sending her into another convulsing orgasm. With one, two, three powerful thrusts, he filled her with his seed, roaring in the hopes he could frighten the Gods into granting his wish—a child with Richelle.

Releasing his bite on her teat, he continued to lightly lick and suck her nipples. Rolling the neglected nub between his thumb and forefinger, he brought her down slowly. Finally, he released his tasty treat and laved the puckered areole, enjoying the bumpy feeling of her skin on his tongue.

When he was finally spent and his cock stopped pulsing, he let his head fall back upon the pillow in depleted wonder, in total comfort and absolute peace.

She collapsed on his chest, her hair fanned over her face. Her breathing irregular, she lay there lifeless, riding the rise and fall of his own erratic breathing. Unable to stop himself, his hands continued roving over her body.

Even in complete exhaustion, he was incapable of having her this near and not touching her. Her skin, her hair, her face - he touched her as a blind man would memorizing every nuance that was her.

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Richelle placed her hands one atop the other on his chest. Resting her chin on the back of her hands she looked up at him. When he met her gaze, the dreamy, faraway look she cast upon him startled him. Truly, she had the look of a woman in love. He gave her a brief yet poignant kiss as his cock finally slipped from her.

“No,” she hoarsely whined, “not yet.”

“You need to rest. Dawn is approaching.”

“I like the way you feel when you’re inside me.” Inhaling sharply, she blushed at her bold comment. Valya chortled at her demure response.

“How could a woman who made love with such abandon have the

audacity to blush?”

Richelle smiled shyly as she moved her hands and rubbed her cheek against his smooth chest. She inhaled deeply, loving his rich, warm scent. It was clean, but intrinsically wild and untamed, like a wolf running free in the mountains. Feral, and yet so masculine, it made her feel safe, protected. She placed a few kisses in the hollow of his pectorals before she ran her tongue lightly across his skin to see if he tasted as good as he smelled.

He did.

“Stop that,” he growled. His manhood sprung to life, rock hard and ready, pressing against her stomach. “Or you’ll find yourself on your back with my cock in your pussy. Again.”

“Like
that
is supposed to convince me to stop.”

She giggled as he closed his eyes and purred contentedly while she gave him a few more light kisses interspersed with tiny licks. When he couldn’t trust himself any longer under her gentle petting, he wrapped his fingers through her hair and pulled her head back. His lips brushed across hers in a tender promise before he covered her mouth in a potent kiss. Literally, he kissed her senseless, and every thought evaporated from her mind until all there was left was an awareness of “belonging.” Grudgingly, he ended the kiss.

“You need to sleep,” he reiterated.

She didn’t feel tired. On the contrary, she felt energized. Her body was sore and her throat was raw, but she had never felt so vibrant. On one level, she knew Valya was right. So much had happened in such a short time. Her body needed sleep to keep her strength, but another part of her wanted to spend the rest of the night making love with Valya.

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Her body’s need for sleep won as she tried to stifle a yawn and her eyelids started drooping. Without a word, he adjusted her body so that her head rested upon his chest. He draped her leg over his thigh, turning her body into him. After a few slight corrections, she yawned again and melted into his embrace. She was drifting between sleep and awake when she questioned Valya.

“Will you be leaving tonight…to feed?”

As much as he felt his body’s hunger for blood, his need to be near Richelle and sleep with her in his embrace after their passionate lovemaking was stronger. Taking her blood during the first blood would appease the need to feed this night. He would hunt before the second blood to fully sate his hunger when next he came to Richelle.

But for tonight, they could lie in each other’s embrace and bask in their endless love.

“No. This night is ours.”

She snuggled closer, letting his warmth and power wrap around her as she fell asleep cocooned, safe from harm. And Valya, after thanking whatever Gods could hear him for sending Richelle to him, joined her in perfect slumber.

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Tower of the Red Dragon was the foul bastion of Luka cel Rau—a citadel of iniquity and immorality. If it were possible for a place to take on the characteristics and personality of its inhabitants, then Tower of the Red Dragon was the embodiment of Luka’s sinister essence. And the entire castle reeked of evil, inhabited by a legion of followers, both mortal and Immortal, scurrying about like a horde of rats.

Very few Immortals had chosen to abandon the ancient laws to follow Luka. But those who did also resided at Red Dragon, no longer able to return to their mountain home. Many of his minions who resided there were nothing more than poor, lost souls that unwittingly had crossed Luka’s path.