Chapter 45: Even as her syren gland desperately pumped out more fluid, her body hurt as if she were being boiled in scalding oil. A loud roar ripped from the feral's throat, and it stilled as its semen shot into her body, coating her insides and filling her up. This triggered another orgasm from Emeriel-one that came without warning, devoid of pleasure, just an overpowering and inexplicable feeling that flooded her senses. It was surreal. Emeriel squealed, desperately trying to scramble away from the onslaught of sensations. But the beast roughly pulled her back, pinning her down with its paws, forcing her to take it all. Every last drop. She wailed. Shrieked. Screamed. When the beast finally withdrew its member, Emeriel's arms gave way, and she collapsed onto the bed, her head spinning. She had no strength left in her, and there was a pool of semen where she lay. Weakly, she turned her head to gaze at the beast. Relief flooded her as she saw it pulling away. "Oh, thank heavens. It's all over." But when the feral creature rose, it grabbed Emeriel's legs and dragged her toward the edge of the bed before hoisting her up by her midriff. Surely, it can't want more… "No, no, no," Emeriel struggled, flailing, unable to find a foothold. The beast carried her halfway across the chamber, and as quickly as it had begun, it abruptly ended. Her knees met the cold, hard floor, and her hands instinctively reached out to maintain balance. When she sensed that hard, rugged body behind her once more and felt that enormous member nudge her sore privates, a sense of dread settled in her belly. "Light above, the beast is not done with me. Oh demons, I'm going to die tonight," she thought, her heart pounding with fear. Find magical tales on gαℓησν????????s․c???????? Merilyn cast a pitying look at her master, her eyes full of pleading. "Oh, Vlad, you do not need to kill humans as well. I understand your pain more than anyone else." "She is not dead; she is merely asleep," Vladya interrupted. Relief swept through her as she turned back to the motionless figure, studying it closely. It was then that she noticed the gentle rise and fall of the woman's chest. "Asleep. Good, that is a relief." Vladya's eyes locked onto hers. "Let us get something straight, Merl. If I wanted to kill a human female, she would already be dead. And let me tell you, I would do it with a smile, and I would sleep peacefully-perhaps even better." He paused briefly. "The only reason I have not killed her, or others, is because I have not felt like it. I simply have no desire to… yet." He moved across the luxurious rug, his robes brushing against the polished marble floor. "It is not because of some foolish idea that I am a good male. I am not. I despise humans and do not see them as living beings anymore." Silence descended, stretching taut in the air. Merilyn wanted to argue-wanted to believe he was exaggerating, that there was still some good in him. She wanted to believe he cared, even if he would never say so. But the truth was, she could not. The look in his eyes… It was terrifying, like that of a stranger. Dangerous. Almost evil. For centuries, whenever she saw that look, Merilyn wondered just how broken he truly was. At times, she feared he might be as lost, as feral, as his closest friend. Slowly, Lord Vladya blinked, and the frightening look disappeared. Discover our latest featured short drama reel. Watch now and enjoy the story!