Damian
The moment I entered her room, I could smell her arousal. She was waiting for me, sitting gracefully in the dim light, ready and anticipating my arrival.
I flipped on the light to see her properly, and the instant it illuminated the room, she grabbed the bed cover and wrapped it around herself.
"Fuck," Varak exclaimed in my mind. "I cannot wait to bury myself inside of her," he moaned, and I resisted him, forcing my focus back on the woman before me.
I felt the twitch in my cock simply at the sight of her, unable to look away.
"It is my body, not yours," I reminded Varak firmly. "You should remember that you are within me, and it is still under my control," I told him sharply.
Varak laughed, a deep, filthy sound, but I ignored him, concentrating on Rosella. She was divine, the epitome of a seductress, and every fiber of me desired her. As Varak said, I wanted to claim her, to hear her scream my name until her voice gave out.
As I began peeling her clothes off, she moaned in ecstasy. The sound of her breath as I drew it in made Varak stir again, even though I had blocked him out.
"She is fire!" Varak hissed. "I want to fuck her until she can barely move," he said, laughing like a maniac.
"Talk dirty to me, slave," I commanded, slapping both of her breasts firmly.
"I want your cock inside me!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the room. I knew anyone in the hallway might have heard, but I did not care. She was mine, and only I would make her scream.
"Scream, you cunt!" I spat, striking her breasts again and trailing my hand down to her waistline.
I tore her panties away, revealing her neatly shaved pussy, ready and waiting for me. I thrust two fingers inside her, sliding slowly, savoring her tight heat. "Talk dirty to me!" I ordered, increasing the pace. I grabbed her left breast roughly as I fucked her fingers inside her.
"Fuck my cunt, master!" she cried, sweet and desperate, begging for more. "Right there, master!" Her fingers scraped against the table, and I smirked at her, though her eyes remained closed.
"Open your eyes," I demanded, and when she obeyed, I withdrew my fingers and pushed them into her mouth. "Lick them."
Rosella obeyed, swirling her long tongue around my fingers, maintaining eye contact as she moaned. "Mmmmmm," she whispered against them.
"Good," I said, slapping her breasts again, and she screamed.
"Now serve me," I instructed.
I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my trousers, revealing my briefs. I looped the belt around her neck and pulled her up from the table. "Kneel," I said, grabbing a fistful of her hair and guiding her to the floor in front of me, my cock pressing through my briefs. "Show me your best," I commanded, releasing her hair and folding my arms.
"Yes, master," she whispered.
She slid her hands into my briefs, but instead of touching me as expected, she felt my butt and squeezed it. "This helps with butt pain," she said, continuing to massage while I watched, amused at her audacity.
"Why are we waiting?" Varak demanded in my mind, impatient and desperate to take control, but I savored the foreplay. I liked watching her serve me, deriving my pleasure slowly before taking what I wanted.
I watched as Rosella reached for the whipped cream on the table. She was trying to hurry, and I let her. She spread it over my cock, then slowly took it into her mouth, licking the cream from tip to base.
I groaned, gripping her hair as she increased her pace, swallowing expertly. "Faster, slave!" I demanded, thrusting roughly into her mouth. She looked up at me and laughed. "Yes! Pleasure me, slave!" I continued, relentless and untamed.
I was no gentle lover in bed; I was a predator, and tonight, I would show her just how merciless I could be.
After a while, I slowed, releasing her hair. She licked the precum from my cock, gasping when she let go.
"How do you feel, master?" she asked, her eyes shining with obedience and desire.
I stared at her, amazed at her transformation from a defiant, untouchable girl to a willing, skilled participant in pleasure. I had not even taken her fully yet, but already, she had adapted to my rhythm. I wondered briefly why I questioned her skill when I only agreed to this for Varak's energy.
"What should I do next, your Highness?" she asked, fluttering her lashes at me.
I said nothing, staring at her, feeling my desire ebbing away unexpectedly. As much as I wanted to take her, I just couldn't.
"That is all for the night," I said, pulling up my briefs and trousers.
"Your Highness," Rosella said, standing. "What is happening? Why did you stop?"
"Have you lost your mind, Damian?" Varak roared inside me. "This is the moment! Do not waste it!"
"I am not ready," I shouted back.
"You must be insane if you think I will let you waste my chance to become human!" he argued furiously.
"Your Highness!" Rosella waved her hand in front of my face, pulling me from my mental duel with Varak. "What did I do wrong?" she asked.
My cock still throbbed, needing release, yet I could not understand why I hesitated. It was not dislike, but an unexplainable self-restraint each time I approached her.
Was it because she was my mate?
"You did nothing wrong," I said finally. "We have already had our fun tonight," I added, grabbing my shirt and heading for the door.
Rosella ran after me, wrapping her arms around my waist. "Why did you stop when—"
I turned her to face me, catching the tears she had tried to hide behind a brave smile. "I do not want to have sex with you yet," I said, hoping she would take the hint and let me leave. Instead, she struck me in the chest and shouted.
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"Stop acting like a fool over a cock!" I snapped, pushing her hands away.
"An idiot?" she scoffed. "You think this is just about you fucking me?" She wiped her face free of any trace of tears and sighed. "You know what, your Highness? Fuck you!" she yelled, pushing me away, kicking the table and chairs aside. "This is the last time it will ever happen."
"It will happen again," I promised calmly. "And when it does, I will fuck you until you cannot walk." With that, I walked out of her room.
Outside, I sighed, waiting for Varak's inevitable complaints, which did not disappoint.
"You just let her go!" Varak roared in my mind, furious. "I will kill you!" he threatened.
"If you try, you will die with me," I reminded him, asserting control despite allowing him some indulgence.
"I need energy!" he yelled, sounding out of breath and impatient.
"And energy you shall have," I replied, turning toward Danielle's room. I did not knock; she had already opened the door, seemingly expecting me.
"Your Highness," she greeted softly.
"Strip," I commanded, stepping past her into the room.