Her hand moved up and down on his cock as she licked up his precum.
“Ah,” he sighed. His fingers scratched against his bed, his thighs strained and flexed. Helina took that as a sign that she was doing well. She went deeper, using her tongue to play with the shaft as the tip slid down her throat.
She held herself as long as she could before she pulled away and gagged. He didn't let her breathe more than two breaths before he pushed her face back down onto his cock. The violence of it was unexpected, but hot. He held her down until the last second, letting her pull away and gag again.
Edward had never been rough with her, and she knew then that she needed it. She needed a strong man that she could trust, someone that she could surrender herself to.
Prince Roman's thighs quivered below her. She coughed again, trying to control her gags. Then she stood, slid a hand across her nipples, and straightened her shoulders. “I'm going to ride you, now. I'm going to ride you until you cum in me.”
“Oh, fuck yes,” Roman groaned. When she climbed on top of him, he grabbed her hips. He wanted this as badly as she did. But Roman stopped her. “Not yet.”
“Please! Please fuck me!” Waiting for him was almost unbearable.
His fingers scratched down her sides, leaving red streaks that claimed her as his. Beautiful, territorial, sexy. Roman's hands reached beneath her and pulled her chest towards him, so that he could suck on her breast.
He kissed her collar bone before moving down, his hands pushing her thighs apart. He spread them wide, pushing aside her panties and exposing her pink flesh.
“I can't wait to taste you,” Roman said. It was a little bit embarrassing for him to say that, and she blushed a deep red. When he nibbled at her pussy lips, though, she stopped caring and gave in. His fingers pushed aside her thin panties. Roman explored her velvety insides, pulling them wide and exposing her clitoris. It was a little bit swollen.
Roman was seemingly driven wild with desire. He dipped his tongue into her folds. Tasting her. Savoring the experience. Dragging a finger up and down her folds, he teased around her clitoris, never fully touching it. She gasped, raising her ass to try and trick him into touching her. She needed some release!
“Please!” she begged, feeling hot.
Roman didn't give in. He seemed to be enjoying torturing her. A wicked smile crossed his face and he licked her folds again, lapping up her wetness but never once touching her most pleasurable spot.
“I am begging you, Roman! Please touch me, stop teasing me!” She thrashed in passion.
Roman watched her face contort with frustration before finally giving her what she wanted. His tongue slipped over the hood covering her clit, and she jolted upright with an “OH!”
She gripped his hair, directing his mouth to apply pressure in certain spots. He understood her motions, and it felt good. It felt so damn good. His tongue darted all around, still teasing her, only sometimes pressing against her clitoris. She moaned and whined and grunted, trying to come close to orgasm, but Roman had complete control over that. It was maddening.
“Take me, Roman. Cum in me. I want it,” She said. And those were the magic words. Roman stared up at her for a second, watching her to see if she was just pleading for release. But no.
She wanted him to cum in her badly. It came over them both like a 'eureka', a sudden understanding of what they both desires. That desire drove them both wild, their hands and bodies moving faster, hungrier than before.
He slid her down the bed. She sat up, running her hands from his pecs to his hips. His pubic hair was well trimmed. His cock... was huge. It was standing upright, thick with blood.
Roman wrapped his hand around his manhood, his fingers moving up and down his shaft. “Spread your legs,” he commanded. Her stomach leaped and did turns at being given an order. She liked it.
Laying back, she spread her legs wide. She even pulled her pussy lips apart, unashamed. He came closer to her, and she wrapped her legs around him, locking him into position. He placed himself against her entrance, savoring her heat before entering her.
She gripped the blanket beneath them and moaned. Her inner walls rippled and moved, gripping his cock within her. She pulled him in deeper. She didn't care if the guards or even The High Court could see her. All she wanted was to be one with Roman.
He pushed himself back in slowly, then pulled out again. And then he picked up speed. She screamed as his cock hit her in just the right place, and the pounding just came harder after that. His thumb rested on her clit and rubbed with each thrust.
With her legs wrapped around him, and his hands holding her hips, he pulled her onto his cock and fucked her hard. He twitched, and she knew he would cum soon.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck! Don't stop!”
He kept fucking her until he came hard within her, his hot sperm pounding against her insides. Everything about him was so hot. Weren't vampires supposed to be cold?
He groaned and, once his balls were spent, he collapsed on top of her. He laughed as their foreheads bumped together. Rolling off of her and rubbing his forehead, he took her hand and held it tight.
“I'm sorry, I hope I didn't push any of that on you,” the prince said. “I just knew that I needed you.”
She shook her head. “No, I needed you too. It's weird how quickly it came on.”
His eyes flashed worry. “I think you should ask your oracles about it. I'm worried we were spelled into this.”
Helina considered that, and then nodded. “You might be right. That scares the hell out of me, but you might be right. Still, it felt so good. I don't regret it. Do you?”
Prince Roman flashed her a huge grin. His freckles were cute, now that she really got to look at them. “No way!”
The prince and princess spent a few stolen moments, holding one another and discussing, of all thing, politics. Helina didn't find it particularly sexy, but she did find it soothing. She found it soothing because Prince Roman also wanted to be a kind and benevolent ruler for his country. He wanted to stop the human slavery and find other ways to get their blood. To right their wrongs, and seek a truce with the werewolves and witches.
It had made him the enemy of some powerful vampires, but not once did Roman seem scared or worried by that. Helina was intrigued by him. Most importantly, she was impressed by him, and she looked up to him. He made her want to be a better ruler.
A final realization came upon her more slowly, creeping up on her until it came all at once and she gasped. She knew she wanted to marry him.
Helina woke, but kept her eyes shut. She was tired, after having only gotten a few hours of sleep. She tried to relax back into her dreams, but something was bothering her. Something wasn't right.
The birds weren't singing. All was silent, and there was a strange smell in her room.
Cracking her eyes open just a bit, all Helina saw was red. Strange, there were few red things in her bedroom. Had she fallen asleep in a servant's bed by accident?
Opening her eyes more, she gasped and sat up, screaming. The red was blood, and it covered her entire bed. It stunk, badly, like dogs and pain.
Prince Roman burst into the room, holding a sword in his hand and with his men behind him. “Princess Helina! Are you hurt?” He had dark circles under his eyes, wild with fear, and wobbled a bit as he stood.
“It's werewolf blood! I need to get it off of me, this is poison!” Kicking the bedsheets off of her, she rushed into her bathroom and threw her clothes off. She felt powerless. She puked, hard.
Helina took a shower and scrubbed every inch of her skin until it was raw and red, but still the poison was working through her. She came out of the bathroom sobbing and in only a towel, running into Roman's arms.
“Are you going to be okay? You said this was poison.” His eyes were filled with worry and something else, something red and hot. Anger. Lust for blood. She saw that his skin had gone from milky, opalescent white to a slightly redder shade.
“Werewolf blood saps me of my power. I think I'll be without it for a day, but it isn't permanent and it isn't deadly. It just makes me weak and-”
“Defenseless.” His jaw clenched. He turned to his men, and two of them nodded before leaving. “I'll have my guard on you if at any point I cannot be with you. I will protect you, Helina. I will keep you safe. But I have something to show you.”
He held out his right hand, and in it was a purple bag drawn closed with a long blade of grass. Helina didn't need to touch it to know what it was. She gasped and knocked it out of his hand. “That's a hex bag! Those are illegal here, where did you get that?”
“It was under my bed. I woke up feeling ill, like I had vertigo. My men searched the room, but this was all they could find.”
“We'll have to get it into our labs in the castle so they can try and figure out what the hex's purpose was. Are you still feeling sick?” She felt Roman's cheek, searching his eyes. She still felt passion for him. Love, too. It couldn't have been a spell that caused her to develop her feelings suddenly, though she was still wary of it. A spell would have faded overnight.
“No, just angry. Very angry.” He pulled her close to him, his warm arms wrapped around her wet and cold shoulders.
“We need to marry. Soon.” Her heart was racing. “This wasn't how I wanted to tell you, but now it's not just about emotions and our countries. It's about keeping these people from killing us. We need to marry and have an heir.” She wouldn't let herself consider that marriage and a child may only make things worse. Fighting against a death that seemed destined for them seemed to only delay the inevitable. This was all that she knew to do.