Ileus: The Dark Prince

Anastasia dug her nails in his shoulders making half crescent moons only to find him getting all the more excited. She pulled away from his kisses only to press her face against his shoulder. She dared to look at his penis and realized that it was so massive that it would be noticeable from a hundred yards. She gasped. 

He curled his fingers beneath her chin and nudged her up. "Don't worry," he said in a thick, deep voice. I won't hurt you, ever…" 

Anastasia was dying to do something with it. So, she held it in her hands. She leaned over to nuzzle the hair on his chest, and found her way to his nipple. She licked it and it stiffened. "Relax Anastasia," he hissed, but she ignored him. She had to put out her fire, she had to explore those wild needs cruising through her body. She took her free hand to the hair in groin and drew lazy circles there. Before she leaned down further, she glanced up at his face and found that it was red and his lips were parted as heavy breath left his mouth. His golden eyes stared into hers as if tranced. He just looked so helpless and vulnerable. She stroked him, which elicited a groan. The powerful muscles of his thighs started quivering. Feeling braver, she leaned down, held his tight balls and placed a kiss on the crown of his erection. 

"Holy hell!" he bit a curse.

She wrapped her lips around his shaft, just the way she had imagined. 

"Ah!" Ileus could never imagine that his wife would be so responsive. When he felt her lips around his shaft, his eyes rolled into his head. "You will drive me mad one day," he muttered. When he looked down again, he found her sucking and licking and flicking and nuzzling into his erection. And the sight was enough to throw him off the edge. He had been devoid of this feeling, of her body, of her scent for so long that every stroke of her tongue, every touch was overwhelming. He knew that if he didn't take his shaft out of her mouth, it would not take more than three measured strokes and he would come inside her. And that scared him because while she was sucking him, how would she react if he released inside her. 

He tried to pry his thumb in between her mouth to remove her, but Anastasia was reluctant. She only increased the pace of her sucking him and took it further down till his erection hit her throat and that was it—he came inside her mouth with a roar. His chest heaved as he pushed himself inside her more and more, going senseless in the throes. 

When he was finished, he looked down and found that she was still there. He pulled her up and made her curl her legs around his waist. His swollen erection was pressed between them. "Thank you," he said in a low voice and crashed his lips over hers. He wrapped one arm around her waist and cupped the back of her neck with one hand. 

She squirmed against him and slowly, he let his erection rub against the folds of her sex. Anastasia felt the smooth texture of his sex over hers and her body was heated like sun, she became wet. "Ah!" she was helpless with those juices flowing in between her thighs. "What do I do?" she whispered, needing something to do with her body. 

Ileus pushed her back on the rock behind them and leaned over to latch his mouth over her breast. A moan escaped her as he continued to rub his shaft against her sex and also to suckle her. One of his hands traced her back and cupped her buttock. Slowly, he stroked her needs. Soon she was brimming with so much sensation that she was desperate to relieve her tension. He removed himself from one breast only to latch onto the other one. "Steady yourself," he rasped, as he pulled her up. And Anastasia somehow wrapped her arms around his neck tightly. She wanted him… badly. 

But she wasn't prepared as to what was going to happen next. He slid inside her core in one single push and sank his fangs between her neck and shoulder, at the same time. Anastasia screamed with pain but then the pleasure was too much to bear, as he pounded her relentlessly. He snarled against her skin and his chest vibrated against her skin as she matched his pace, wanting more of him. The whole sensation brought stars in her vision. She was on fire. It was not long before they both reached their climax and he poured himself again inside her with a bellow to the sky. 

When he removed himself from her, she sagged against his chest. He licked his bite again and again and whispered, "You are mine, today and forever." And Anastasia couldn't agree more. 

That day Ileus shifted into his wolf form and insisted that she rode on him. He didn't want her to walk even for a minute. When she sat on the big, bad wolf, she loved the way he moved uphill. At first, she sat straight on him, but later she bent down to lie against him. She dug her hands in his black fur and heard his growl of approval. Kaizan had also shifted and was walking ahead of them. As they went higher, the wind became chillier and she loved the warmth of his fur against her body. How could she give herself to this man so easily? How could his bite not affect her? In fact, she found herself fantasizing about the sex that had just had. Suddenly, a thought came across her mind—what if he left her? Afterall, she didn't remember anything about herself and that could be a detrimental factor. But the moment she thought that, a warm tendril of a thought entered her mind and comforted her. He would never leave her. 

They climbed higher in the mountain. Fields of wildflowers, dense copse of trees, plateaus and craggy rocks jutting out here dotted the landscape. The higher they went, the denser the mist became. 

Soon they noticed an ancient fortress built on the slope of the mountain, it's gray stones stark against the blue sky because of moss and lichens growing over them. The fortress was standing there as if arrested in time. 

Kaizan shifted back and Anastasia got off Ileus so that he also shifted. They all entered the arched, stony entrance of the fortress. It was so quiet on the inside, with only winds howling through it that it was almost eerie. Ileus held Anastasia's hand and stayed close behind her. 

Anastasia couldn't help thinking that this place might have been inhabited by men in armor once. Suddenly, the caves in which they stayed the past few nights seemed a far better option that this fortress. As they walked inside, the smell of moss and lichens was thick in the air. Kaizan broke off from them and they stood scanning the room, which would have been the main hall. There was so much silence that even if a cricket would have wheezed, they would have heard it. 

Kaizan called them from somewhere inside and they followed his voice.. When they reached the room he had called from, their eyes became wide.