June shut and locked the door to his room. He needed some time to himself to think. Everything happened so quickly that he hadn't had the proper time to reflect on his own thoughts and feelings.
He went into the adjoining bathroom and stripped out of his hide clothing, sighing as he leaned on the vanity and looked at the pile of clothes. Even after all these years, he still hadn't bothered to upgrade his wardrobe. Not even after unlocking his True Soul, which would have allowed him to create the clothing of his choice.
That was how he had created the buildings just now, despite having a rudimentary understanding of architecture, construction, and infrastructure. His True Soul filled in the gaps of his knowledge, and with his imagination alone, he could do almost anything he wanted. Granted, there were limitations.
Without a second's hesitation, he channeled his True Soul, intertwining some Nature Essence with it. Weaving it together, he conjured up a pair of tight-fitting black hiking pants, a thin, form-fitting gray sweater, a pair of white socks, and a pair of beige hiking boots. A regular outfit he would have worn back on Earth.
With another sigh, he pushed himself off and entered the shower, turning it on. A spray of cold water rained down on him for a moment before warming up. He stood there, letting the hot water roll off his skin as steam quickly built up around him.
Just like the water, the tide of emotions he had been pushing aside washed over him like a tidal wave. The water hid his tears as he allowed himself to grieve his family's death. It had always been a possibility, but one he had avoided all this time. Now that it was a reality, he didn't know what to do with himself.
Natalie. Zach. And Sasha. They were his rock—his purpose. How was he supposed to continue without them?
The din of the hissing showerhead drowned everything out as his mind drifted, and the shower door swung open.
"Move over," Natalie said with a giggle, taking his spot under the pouring water.
She moaned in pleasure as the warm water ran down her bare skin, washing away the sweat she had accumulated and leaving it glistening. "This feels so nice."
He let out a hearty chuckle as he squeezed out a dollop of shampoo onto his hand before lathering her hair with it, gently massaging her scalp. "What? Can't handle a day of hiking with me?"
She groaned with delight as his fingers worked through her hair, but then she scoffed, offended, when she finally registered his words. She turned to face him, playfully swatting his chest, with a frown on her face. "No! Don't you even dare suggest such a thing, mister?"
June beamed at her, his smile as charming and playful as ever, as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Sorry, babe."
They stared at each other for a moment, neither willing to give ground, until Natalie eventually folded to his charm, and a smile broke across her face.
"Fine, apology accepted," she said with an exaggerated sigh, turning to face the shower again. "I hate that smile of yours."
He chuckled, resuming his ministration of her hair, knowing full well why she hated his smile. She could never really say no to him whenever he used it.
However, she eventually grabbed the bottle of body wash and the loofah off the shower ledge and handed them to him. "Here, can you get my back?"
"Of course," he said, taking the items as her attention shifted to her hair.
He squeezed a drop on the loofah before scrubbing her back gently yet with enough force to leave her skin slightly red. The soapsuds billowed across her back with every stroke of his hand, running down to conceal her shapely ass, which hovered a few inches from his hardening cock. Yet, he kept himself in check—clean first, play later.
He knelt and ran the loofah down her legs, scrubbing away the mud and dirt from the trail. She released a flurry of laughter, turning to face him. "I can do my legs myself. Here, let me do your back now."
He came face-to-face with her trim blonde pubic hair and stared up at her with a devilish grin, earning a raised brow from her. However, he knew better than to jump the gun and rose to his feet, handing her the loofah.
"Thank you," she said with a smile as he turned around.
She scrubbed his back as he washed his hair with shampoo. After finishing, they traded spots so he could rinse himself. As he stood there under the showerhead with his eyes closed, he reflected on his life so far and how much better it had gotten since meeting Natalie.
His life hadn't been dull, far from it. But he had spent most of his adult life in the military, focused on accelerating his path to becoming a commissioned officer. It was one deployment after another, straight into attending college. He had no time for romance.
That was until he accidentally bumped into her at a Linked Parks concert, almost knocking her to the ground. Fortunately for her, his military service had honed his reaction time. Before she could even hit the floor, he had caught her. For a fraction of a moment, they posed as if they were ballroom dancing, where he had her in a dip.
A very comical and dramatic first encounter, yet quite romantic. June supposed that was why she stuck close to him for the rest of the concert. Something he didn't oppose.
Afterward, they went to a late-night dinner and spent nearly two hours talking and getting to know each other. The attraction was immediate, and they clicked like two peas in a pod. Then the rest was history, and they've been dating ever since. That was seven months ago.
Natalie's shaky voice pulled him back to the present. "Do you really have to go tomorrow?"
June turned and pulled her in for a hug, luxuriating in the warmth of her nude body. "You know I have to. I'm still enlisted. Besides, I can't just abandon my men."
Natalie sighed and looked up at him, tears brimming at the edges of her eyes. "I know. It's just… I'm scared, you know. That one of these days, instead of you walking off the plane, you'd be carried back in a box."
He frowned for a second before giving her a sympathetic smile. "I know, babe. That's just a hazard of the job."
"Then get a different job!" she said, a desperate plea in her voice. "You're a brilliant and talented man. There are dozens of companies willing to hire you on the spot if you'd just applied."
"I know," he said with a sigh, releasing her. "But a part of me just can't shake my duty, my responsibility to my men."
"What about your duty and responsibility to me?" she half-shouted, half-sobbed. "I love you, June! And I'm scared you're going to die over there and leave me all alone!"
"Hey, hey, hey," June said, pulling her in for another hug. "Everything's going to be okay. I know it's not something you'd want to hear, but you're strong and you'll be fine even without me."
June held her tighter, kissing her forehead. "It's me who's scared to lose you."
She looked up at him, her tears blending with the water from the shower.
"I love you, Natalie. I've fallen for you, hard. And there's not a day that goes by that I'd want that to change." He paused for a moment, fighting to hold back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. "The thought of losing you, too, scares the living hell out of me. I wouldn't know what to do with myself if you're no longer in my life."
It was Natalie's turn to hug June tight. "You'll also be fine, June. You're the strongest, most mature man I've dated. You're no quitter. God forbid anything were to happen to me; any woman out there would be lucky to have you."
She then paused for a moment before breaking into light laughs.
"What?" he asked, unprepared for her sudden swing in mood.
"It's nothing, really," she said with a slight shake of her head; however, he remained unconvinced, which prompted her to continue. "It's just—you know—we're here, standing in the shower, talking about what-ifs and comforting each other over them. It all just seems a little silly once I actually thought about it."
"Well, if you put it like that, then…"
However, instead of finishing his sentence, his hands slipped down and gripped her ass, picking her up.
"Wait, June!? What are you doing?" she asked, laughing as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I'm going to go enjoy my night with my girlfriend before I ship out tomorrow," he said, about to step out of the shower.
"Wait, the shower," she said in between laughs.
He paused long enough for her to reach back and turn it off before carrying her off into their bedroom. Her laughter trailed their exit, turning into an echo that snapped June back to the present, where he still stood underneath the showerhead. He wiped his tears and the water from his face before scrubbing himself clean.
Natalie was right. He wasn't about to waste his life away just because they were gone. He'd live on for them. As long as he remained, they'd live on in his memory. Besides, he hadn't lost everything. He still had Quin. Although he still needed to address these unwarranted feelings he had for Reyah and Yisha.
With a sigh, he finished up and got out of the shower, drying himself with his Fire Essence. That'll be something for tomorrow. For now, he needed some sleep as he exited the bathroom and got into the king-sized bed situated in the center of the far wall, completely naked. It didn't take long, just mere minutes, before he was out. But he was so caught up in his own thoughts that he had failed to place a ward around his room and missed Keyvarah's presence just beyond his door.
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Beep! Beep! Beep!
June woke with a grumble, leaning over and grabbing his phone from his nightstand before turning off the alarm. With the peace of the early morning restored, he sank back into bed, exhaling an exhausted breath.
Natalie snuggled up beside him, pressing her naked body against his. She rested a hand on his chest and a leg over his own. He wrapped an arm around her, his hands sliding down her back to grab a handful of her plump and muscular ass.
"Is it morning already?" Natalie asked, her voice still groggy from sleep.
"Yeah," he said, voice slightly hoarse.
He lay there basking in Natalie's presence as his cock slowly rose to attention. He wished that this moment would never end. Alas, that was not to be. With a heavy sigh, he released her ass and pushed himself upright.
"Wait," Natalie grumbled, grabbing hold of his arm.
June chuckled before sighing. "I can't. I ship out in…" he paused for a moment to check his phone for the time, "two hours."
"Then you've still got time to spend a few minutes in bed with me," Natalie said, playful and pleading.
He looked at her as she pushed up onto an elbow, giving him a seductive smile. That smile—God, that smile. Hesitating for but a moment, he eventually gave in to her demand and lay back down beside her. Natalie wasted no time, rolling on top of him as his erect cock pressed against her belly.
"Oh, looks like someone's awake," she teased.
He gave her a wry smile and wrapped her in his arms, holding her tight. "How can you not expect me to be with you like this?"
She returned his smile, pushing herself up to be face-to-face with him. He raised a questioning eyebrow at her, staring into her mesmerizing blue eyes. She maintained her cheeky little grin before leaning down for a kiss. Their lips melded together in passion.
However, before he could even savor the kiss, she slid back and away from him. He reached up and tried to follow her, but she pushed him back down.
"Stay there. Let me take care of you," Natalie said before sliding down to lie between his legs, her face pressed up against his engorged cock.
He blinked as her breath ghosted over his cock. Something about the light seemed… off. The rising sun dimmed as its glow slowly faded.
"Let me give you something to remember me by," she whispered, her voice a little deeper now, almost like—
However, his thoughts ground to a halt as he released a groan of pleasure when she wrapped her warm lips around the tip of his cock. Her tongue danced, swirling circles, teasing him. She then bobbed her head steadily, keeping the pressure tight, for a few moments before changing the pace.
"Fuck, babe," he moaned, looking down at her as she suddenly plunged, taking him entirely to the back of her throat.
He relished the sight of her face pressed up against his groin, framed by her heart-shaped ass silhouetted by the deepening shadows as she raised them slightly.
She swallowed once, twice; the sensation driving him mad, before she came back up for air.
"You like that, baby?" she asked, stroking his saliva-drenched cock.
"Fuck yeah," he groaned as he rested his head back onto the pillow, delighting in the pleasure she gave him but failing to notice the change in her accent.
A giggle escaped her lips before she dove back in. Her lips wrapped tightly around June's cock again as she vigorously bobbed her head, her teeth grazing him lightly on either side of him. She sucked him ferociously, hungrily, almost feral, in a sense.
Then out of nowhere, a new sensation overcame him as her tongue wrapped around his cock and stoked him in tandem with her vacuum-sealed suction. Unable to handle the sudden pleasure, he grabbed her head and bucked with wild abandon, fucking her mouth like it was a pussy.
Lost in his lust and passion, he had missed the fact that her ears were longer than usual as he continued to thrust up into her throat. Within a matter of seconds, he lost the battle against pleasure and surrendered to it, unleashing his load of cum down her throat. She happily accepted his gift, swallowing as she continued bobbing her head.
"Fuck," June said, opening his eyes, "what the fuck was that, Nat—"
However, his words died in his throat when he found a pair of red eyes staring back up at him. His clouded mind struggled to comprehend what he was seeing, but failed as whoever it was between his legs continued sucking him off. The room was utterly dark, night still upon them.
"What?" June asked, but his train of thought derailed as whoever it was that had his cock in their mouth didn't stop. Before he could do anything, he fell back onto the pillow, the pleasure unbearable as he thrust up, shoving his cock down their throat and cumming another load.
He released a moan of satisfaction mixed with confusion as he desperately tried to focus on anything besides the pleasure. His mind screamed to stop, but his body betrayed him as his hips continued to thrust with every pump of his cum. Then it hit him. There was only one of the two that it could have been.
Keyvarah.
This had to be a dream, he thought as his heart seized. But then Sarah's voice rang out in his head, telling him otherwise.
This is not a dream, June. You were dreaming a few seconds ago, but now you're wide awake.
Terror then ripped through him before morphing into shame and guilt. How had she gotten inside his room? Then it hit him. He had been so lost in thought that he had neglected to place a barrier on his room.
He growled internally as he struggled to come to terms with what had occurred. How could he have been so easily fooled into thinking Keyvarah was Natalie? Was he so starved for sexual gratification that he would easily mix the two to justify his needs in a sex-fueled haze?
But that wasn't true; part of him knew it. Keyvarah had assaulted him, taken advantage of him. Yet another part of him didn't care that she had. And that pissed him off even more.
Only when he finished unloading his second load down her throat did Keyvarah finally release him.
"I'm glad you enjoyed that, Master," Keyvarah purred, licking the cum-soaked saliva from her lips.
"Keyvarah, you—" but his words trailed off as she gave him a cheeky little grin, the same one Natalie had given him in the dream, no, the memory.
He tried to fight it, urging his body to push her away, but that smile. Something within him snapped as a primal urge flared in his chest. His lust and anger devoured his shame and guilt, and in that moment, he surrendered to it as the beast that he struggled to hold back reared its head and roared.
He channeled Fire Essence and lit the candles strewn about the room, something he had subconsciously created because Natalie was always fond of having candles in their room. Then, he channeled Wind and Kinetic Essences to conjure up a barrier that would block any noise they made from exiting the room. He reached down, grabbed a handful of Keyvarah's hair, and pulled her up to eye level.
His piercing gaze bored into hers as her lips curved into a wicked smile, the candlelight glinting off her fangs. The sight of them reminded him of the sensation he felt when she had him in her mouth. It was her fangs that grazed his cock. If this little minx wanted to play, then he'd play.
He flipped her over onto her back in the space beside him. She yelped, her eyes widening in surprise. However, it didn't remain as she spread her legs wide for him, displaying the pink folds of her pussy to him. A devilish grin on her face.
He paused, admiring her beauty lying before him. From her model-esque face to her perky breasts, down to her wide hips and plump thighs. Everything about her was delectable, and he was about to enjoy a full-course meal.
He could feel her anticipation as he gripped her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He got off and knelt before her. Her folds and mounds lay splayed, glistening. Her scent of arousal was heavy; every breath he took infused him with even more lust.
He wanted nothing more than to bury himself deep inside her. But he held himself, the only form of self-control he still had.
"Well, what are you waiting for, Master?" Keyvarah asked, with a pout.
However, instead of answering her, he leaned in.
"What are you—"
But he stole her words from her as he kissed the folds of her vulva. She released a shuddering breath before it transformed into a moan of ecstasy as his tongue slipped forth and slowly trailed over her entire cunt. He added extra pressure when he came upon her pearl.
Her breathing quickened as he repeated this multiple times, slowly driving her to the edge. But then he suddenly changed the pace as he put all his focus on her clit, attacking it with furious flicks of his tongue. The sensation was too much for Keyvarah to handle. She arched her back in an explosive orgasm, her body locking up with quakes and shivers as he continued his assault on her knub.
"Wait… Master…" she tried to say, but failed as he rolled her current orgasm into a second one.
Only when her body slowed in its convulsion from her second orgasm did he relent, releasing her to lie in the sweat-soaked mess he had turned her into. He rose, savoring her taste on his tongue as he watched her breasts rise and fall with every heavy breath she took. There was nothing more rewarding for him than bringing his partner to sexual gratification. Not to say that was the only thing, but it was one of the few things in life he enjoyed.
"The night is still young, Keyvarah," he said, tapping her thigh, "on your hands and knees."
Having somewhat regained some sense of composure, Keyvarah smirked at him while rolling onto her stomach before raising her ass into the air. "Is this what you want, Master?"
She yelped in shock as he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. "It's June. Enough with this Master talk."
She hissed in pain as he massaged the area he had slapped, but it soon turned to pleasure as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Yes… June."
A grin spread across his face, happy that, for now, she had dropped that nonsense. He wasn't kink-shaming; in fact, he wouldn't mind it from a roleplay perspective. But not in her case. He could tell that she actively sought to replace her previous master with him, and that was something he wasn't comfortable with or interested in.
He pulled her closer to the edge and adjusted her slightly to align himself perfectly with her slit. Gripping his member, he rubbed it against her cunt, coating himself in her fluids before slowly pushing himself in. They both moaned in unison as he entered her, parting her wet folds with ease. The warmth and wetness of her flesh wrapping around him was exquisite as he fully embedded himself inside her.
"Fuck. You feel amazing," June groaned, enjoying the sensation.
He slowly pulled back, but her pussy refused to let him go, her tightness wringing him with every inch he retracted until only his tip remained inside her. He gripped her hips, and with a powerful thrust, he plunged fully back inside her. She moaned in time with every one of his thrusts; their skin smacking together echoed in the room as he fucked her like an animal.
He reveled in the act as he pounded into her deliciously wet and tight cunt. There was no passion. No love. Only lust. They were nothing more than two animals lost in heat.
With every thrust, he brought himself closer to the edge. When he did, he'd slow down for a moment to let the feeling pass before speeding back up. He continued like this for several minutes without letting up once.
The warm wetness of Keyvarah's vagina slowly drove him mad as he gripped her hips tighter and bucked wildly, giving into the pleasure that was fast approaching. And he dove headlong into it.
"Yes, June! Give me your seed!" Keyvarah moaned.
He thrust once, twice, and thrice before groaning in pleasure, his head lost in the clouds as he released what felt like a gallon of cum inside her, surely filling her womb to the brink. It might as well have been with his increased virility and vitality from ascending through the Realms of the System.
However, that wasn't enough to satisfy him. Not wasting a beat, he pushed Keyvarah forward and onto her belly. He got on top of her, and she moaned as he re-entered her, fully sheathing himself as he pressed his entire weight down on her. He had failed to bring her to orgasm during his previous climax, so this time, that was his focus as he drilled into her.
"Do you like that?" he whispered into her ear as he reached under her and played with her nipples, pinching and rolling them in his fingers.
"Yes!" she moaned. "I love it!"
"Good girl," June said before releasing her nipples. One hand snaked up and grabbed her throat, squeezing ever so slightly. The other slithered down to her clit and ran circles around it. "It's time for your reward."
"Please…" she moaned, "I want it!"
And he gave it to her, tightening his grip on her throat and viciously attacking her clit, all the while continuing to plow into her. The room became silent but for the rhythmic smacking of his hips slamming into her ass and the wet squelching of his cock continuously pounding into her cum-soaked pussy.
After about a minute, he released her throat, and she exhaled in ecstasy, moaning like a whore as her body seized up once more. The sensation of her convulsing cunt was nothing he'd ever experienced before, not even with Natalie.
"Fuck!" he moaned, the sensation immediately driving him over the edge as sparks danced in his vision and he released another load of cum into her.
He got up and off of her, his breathing not even ragged. Keyvarah, on the other hand, was panting from the numerous orgasms he had given her. Yet, his lust hadn't abated as he flipped her over onto her back. He grabbed the back of her knees and pinned them beside her shoulders, spreading her wide open. She looked at him with a knowing glint in her eyes as she reached down and guided him into her. She moaned as he entered her once more, and he continued to fuck her long into the night.
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A couple of hours later, Keyvarah lay on the bed, her body aching, drenched in sweat, and a mixture of their fluids leaking out of her. But beneath the soreness was a deep contentment. She had pleased her Master.
Her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm as she hummed in satisfaction. Her pussy, raw from being thoroughly fucked like she was nothing more than a tavern wench. However, that didn't bother her at all. Not a hint of shame lingered in what transpired, only gleeful acceptance as she watched June walk towards and enter the bathroom.
When the door closed behind him, she giggled like a young girl in love. As a matter of fact, she was. In the eyes of The System of Cultivation, where godlike beings have existed for tens of thousands of years, she, someone who was only 213, was nothing more than a child in the grander scheme of things. And she was in love; she was sure of it.
She had also successfully become his. He had accepted her quite thoroughly, might she add, and wholeheartedly, having not rejected her. The thought alone scared her. What would she have done had he rejected her?
She shook her head. Now was not the time to dwell on what-ifs. They had done the deed; they were now together, and she was his. All she needed now was for them to wed officially; only then would her father approve of their union.
Her heart sank as she thought of her family. Would they still accept her like her Master had? Especially now that she was a Vampire?
So caught up in her own ruminations that she hadn't noticed June exit the bathroom until his weight shifted the bed. She looked up at him, startled, and his body tensed for a moment. When she saw it was only him, she relaxed, and so did he, although she could see that he remained a little guarded. He scooted up beside her with a towel in his hand.
"What are you doing?" she asked as he pressed it against her raw pussy, the warm and wet softness of it soothing as he wiped her.
"It's called aftercare," he said, wiping her.
She gave him a confused look, prompting him to continue. "It's what you're supposed to do after rough sex and the like. This was something I used to… do… with…"
However, his sentence died in his throat, and she could see that his mind drifted somewhere else.
"June?" she asked, fear slipping into her voice.
Her voice snapped him back, and he looked at her with an apologetic smile on his face. "Yeah, sorry."
He cleared his throat. "Aftercare is when you take care of your partner after a sexual encounter, either physically, emotionally, or mentally. I'm here for you, to care for you after our… rough and intense encounter. After what I did to you."
That… was something she had never heard of before. Sure, she had heard tales of grand romantic gestures and wild escapades, mainly through reading the many tomes in her father's library or gossiping with her handmaidens. But she had never actually experienced anything like this, either in person or from those she knew. Gods forbid the thought even crossed her previous Master's mind. No, Hivengel was nothing more than a monster, taking what he wanted when he wanted.
"Are you okay?" June asked, pulling her from her thoughts.
"Hmm?" she asked, looking at him with a raised brow.
"With how I treated you during sex."
She burst into a fit of giggles, drawing a concerned look from June. "I'm fine, June. There's nothing in the world I wanted more than what you just gave me."
June's eyes narrowed in doubt, but he didn't push the issue. After he finished cleaning her, he tossed the towel over his shoulder. She yelped slightly as the bed below her suddenly disappeared as he picked her up into his arms. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung to him as he carried her over to the bathroom.
When they entered the bathroom, the image in the mirror nearly made her burst out laughing. She was a whole head taller than he was, and proportionally, her body was larger than his. So the visual dichotomy of him carrying her like she was a princess, all the while being smaller, was quite the sight.
"What?" he asked, looking at the mirror.
"It's nothing," she said, stifling a giggle.
June stared at her questioningly through the mirror before just shrugging off the question and walking over to the tub. It was separate from the shower and big—big enough to fit three Althorians. He had already filled it with water as he lowered her into it. She sighed in relief as her body sank into the warm water, its soothing touch refreshing. He helped wash the sweat from her body before letting her drink more of his blood so her body would heal quickly.
After she finished feeding, he got up and was about to leave when she grabbed his hand, stopping him. He turned to face her, a question on his face. "What?"
She gave him a cheeky grin, batting her eyelashes at him. "Care to join me? Or is that all for this, aftercare?"
June frowned, hesitating for a moment before sighing, relenting to her request. She scooted forward, and he stepped in, sitting behind her. Once appropriately seated, she lay back against him and rested her head against his chest. They just sat there in silence, basking in each other's presence—at least, that's what she was doing.
She luxuriated in the feel of his body against hers, loved the fact that she was his. The thought sent her mind racing towards raunchy images of them intertwined together, not just in lust but in passion and love.
Now rejuvenated, she slipped a hand below the water and slowly played with herself. The image of June seeding her once more, saying I love you, nearly drove her over the edge as her hips bucked slightly to her fluttering fingers.
However, June interrupted her fantasies as he cleared his throat. "Hey, Keyvarah. There's something we need to talk about."
The tone of his voice caused her heart to drop to her stomach, but she didn't let that stop her as she turned to face him, a faux smile masking her fear. "Why don't we save that for tomorrow?"
Her hands went searching, and it wasn't long before she found what she was looking for. "Besides, there's still more fun to be had."
She stroked his cock, which quickly rose to attention, before saddling up to him, lining him at her entrance. "I want to enjoy this night to its fullest."
He didn't struggle as she sank onto him, burying his cock inside her. His size wasn't that big when compared to Althori men. But that didn't mean he was small either. She found him to be the perfect size for who he was, and none of that mattered when he knew how to use it. And boy did he use it well.
She rocked her hips up and down on his cock, slow and deliberate as the water splashed lightly against their intertwined bodies. Each rise and fall of her hips drew a moan of pleasure from her, savoring the tender moment, far removed from what they had just done. She looked at him, a blissful smile on her face that faded when she found a conflicted expression sitting on his face. Fearing the worst and desperate to remain in the moment, she leaned down, pressing her breasts against his chest, feeling the unsteady beating of his wavering heart, and gave him a deep and passionate kiss—trying to chase away the thoughts that haunted his mind.
He hesitated for another moment before responding to her kiss, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her in, deepening the kiss. A smile graced her lips as she broke the kiss and gently bounced on his dick. The feeling of him parting her with every rock of her hips sent waves of electricity through her body, and she fervently chased that sensation, desperate never to lose it.
They continued like this for another minute before June hooked his arms under her knees and rose to his feet, still buried within her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging close as a warm sensation washed over her. With her Soul Sight, she could see the Fire Essence oozing from him and encompassing them, drying them. She had never seen someone use their Essence in such a manner. The precision and level of control he had over it were astounding. He stepped out of the tub and carried her to the bed.
He got onto the bed and laid her down on it, all the while still sheathed deep within her. When she was on her back and in this position, they were the same height, giving him easy access to her mouth as he kissed her while slowly thrusting into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him in close and returning the kiss tenfold.
Her heart raced with glee. This moment was what she wanted. Her dream of them was becoming a reality.
She bucked her hips in time with his thrusts, rising to meet his plunging cock. His pace quickened as heat built up in her core. She was rapidly rising to another release, and so was he.
A thought then crossed her mind. One she never would have dared have if not for this very moment. But maybe June would allow it now.
She broke from the kiss and pulled him even closer. He pressed his head into the bed beside hers, and she nibbled at his ear before whispering the question she feared to ask. "Can I feed while we're like this?"
Her voice was small and frail, almost like a whispering ghost too afraid to disturb its hosts.
June didn't respond to her question, only slowly increasing the pace of his thrusting as the heavy weight of his sack continuously slammed against her ass. Her heart deflated at that before a cut appeared on his neck, and his blood slowly trickled down onto her cheek. In an instant, pure joy and adoration replaced her disappointment at his apparent rejection.
Her fangs sank into his neck, and she sucked, gulping down buckets of his deliciously sweet blood. She didn't know why his blood was the sweetest, tastiest blood she had ever had. But now that she had tasted it straight from his neck. She could never go back to drinking anyone else's. Nothing else was as good as his blood. She'd rather starve than go without it.
In addition to his blood, she also drained his Soul Essence and Energy, although she found it odd that it didn't come in two strands like it usually did. Instead, it was a single strand that fed straight into her Vampiric Core.
A stroke of inspiration hit her, and she closed her eyes and focused on meditating. This amplified the sensation of June's steel-hard member delving into her innermost depths. It nearly brought her out of her meditation and into a screaming release.
But she held on for dear life, riding the waves of pleasure coursing through her body as June never once slowed. In fact, his thrusts grew stronger, more fervent. He was nearing his release.
She redirected her attention, focusing on cycling June's Soul Essence and Energy from her Vampiric Core to her own Essence and Energy Core. That single action sparked a blazing inferno that roared from her Cores and her most sensitive depths to her entire body.
Jolts of lightning spasmed through her as she released his neck. Her toes curled and her back arched, lifting her hips high as multiple convulsions erupted through her.
From this position, she had a clear view of the window beside the bed, where she found a pair of glowing red eyes staring back at them.
Reyah De' Altan.
Keyvarah smirked at the other Vampire as June rose onto his knees. She could see the jealousy behind the mask Reyah hid behind. But Reyah was too late. She belonged to June now.
June's hand fell to her hip, his fingers gripping her ass. The other flew between her legs and into the folds of her lips, finding her most sensitive nub, rubbing it with.
Her body hadn't even finished convulsing as he drew another screaming release from her.
Coming down from her climax, she fell back onto the bed, exhausted from her multiple climaxes. June followed, falling on top of her, his thrusts never ceasing.
She looked up into his storm-colored eyes, and in that moment, she knew what it was to be loved. To be embraced by someone she loved.
His thrusts quickened before he speared himself deep into her and grunted. "Fuck!"
She shivered with delight as thick ropes of his seed filled her womb once more. She loved the sensation, his virility, and voracious appetite.
She blinked, reveling in the ecstasy of June's passion, and looked to the window to find Reyah had disappeared, slinking away to wherever she was staying for the night.
Too bad, Keyvarah thought.
She wouldn't have minded sharing her master with Reyah.
However, this wasn't a bad outcome either, as June's hand slipped behind her head and pulled her in, catching her lips with his. They remained like that for a time, sharing a passion-filled kiss as he slowly rocked his still-hard member deep within her.
However, it didn't last, as June broke their kiss and pulled away. His engorged cock slid out of her, his seed following suit.
She sighed, a little disappointed that the moment had ended. But then her heart leaped for joy as he lay down beside her. She curled up beside him, laying her head on his chest and draping a leg over his.
The steady beat of his strong heart lulled her towards sleep. This was how she wanted to spend the rest of her life—in this bed, hidden away from the rest of the world with her beloved Master, in peace. This was her happily ever after.