Chapter 44: "Three hundred and eighty-four years," she corrected with a soft smile. "It is hard to forget when one counts each day with so much hope." "I understand. So, you need not worry about this grumpy old male. I have simply been busy, that is all," Vladya assured her. Merilyn let out a sigh. "You know that food can only give temporary energy and is never enough for alphas. You need blood regularly. Why risk turning feral when I am always ready to feed you? I am just a few miles away." That was Merilyn-always caring, always concerned, always doing her best to care for him. Lord Vladya felt true joy knowing she carried a child after so many years of trying. She would undoubtedly be a wonderful mother. "Daemon once went five years without feeding and stayed in control," he reminded her. "But he came dangerously close. Only drinking from Grand Queen Evielyn-even though her blood could not fully sustain him-kept him sane during that time. The terrible headaches nearly broke him, and his health suffered greatly until he finally called for his bloodhost." Merilyn's smile faded into a worried expression. "You do not have a bondmate, dear Vlad. You cannot keep living like this. I do not want anything bad to happen to you." Merilyn finally took notice of her surroundings. Her eyes widened as she caught sight of a still figure lying on blankets at the far end of the spacious chamber. A human female? Emeriel woke to a heavy weight pressing down on her. Pain shot through her body, especially in her lower region. The beast's deep growl brought the memories flooding back. "The beast is mounting me!" "Please, that's enough, it hurts so much," she sobbed, trying to move, but the beast growled in warning. Its shaft sawed in and out of her, as if it wanted to own her completely. Emeriel could no longer feel her heat, but the beast clearly wasn't done with her. Your favorite stories gⱯlnσνels․com Its manhood pressed against that strange gland inside her, massaging the swollen spot. A wave of pleasure like nothing she had ever felt before washed over her. The beast stabbed her there with its thick organ, hitting that gland over and over again. A scream ripped from her throat as an orgasm tore through her body, shaking her with its intensity. Her body clenched tightly around the thick shaft, milking it from within. The beast let out a deep, pleased groan. Its pace quickened. When the orgasm drained out of her, Emeriel was completely exhausted. The feral creature pulled its length all the way out, only to slam it back in, hitting a bump deep inside her that made her see red. And this time, not in a good way. Emeriel wailed, her fingers clutching the sheets. Again and again, it thrust into her, hitting the same spot deep inside that simply hurt. Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks with each hard thrust of its merciless member. "By the lights, I'm going to die tonight," she sobbed. The beast was trying to penetrate her womb, but since she was not in full heat, the spongy mouth of her cervix stayed sealed shut. Either the beast had no idea, or it simply did not care. It thrust into her ruthlessly, mercilessly, as if it wanted to batter its way in. "Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods," she wailed, writhing beneath the mighty beast. As a syren, her body would have opened to accommodate its size without being torn from within. But without the proper preparation and gentleness needed to ease a syren into heat sex, Emeriel was simply in agony. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!