Ileus: The Dark Prince

Too far driven in the ecstasy she was chasing, she didn't hear him. She squealed as his tongue flicked her and delved dangerously inside. "Ah!" She tried to buck her hips but they were pressed down. The feeling was too much to bear. She wanted to move but was pinned. All at once he closed his mouth on her core and she moaned loudly. Seconds later the tension that had built inside her unraveled like a thousand shards wrapped in satiny soft silk. 

Ileus got up, and instantly covered her mouth to absorb her groans in his. When she was breathless and panting and her face was red for the want of air, he pulled away. Anastasia looked into his golden eyes and waited for her breath to settle. 

"You've made me feel so... good," she said, her breasts falling and rising against his chest. She took her hand to his cheek and brushed it with his fingers gently. Her fingers went further down to his neck and then to his chest. She rubbed her hand lightly over there in his hair and glided the fingers further down trailing the thin line of hair that went past his navel. When her fingers found his erection, he shuddered. She stopped to see his reaction. 

His jaw had clenched in anticipation. "Don't stop, Ana," he said.

Feeling encouraged, she curled her hand around his shaft and saw how every muscle in his arms bulged and strained. As she moved her hand up and down slowly like he had taught her, he threw his head back and rumbled, "Nastya!" His body trembled. 

"Did I hurt you?" she asked. 

"Gods, no you haven't hurt me," he said in a throaty voice as his chest began to heave. "Please just don't stop." 

Anastasia's grip became harder on his erection and she started to move her hands up and down his erection gently. It swelled with every stroke, stretching its skin taut. Vibrations of sound formed in his chest and he bucked his hips more into her hand. A deep rumble formed and once again his body quaked. It felt magical in her soft hands. He threw his head back again and said, "Every time you touch me, this is how my body reacts." 

She gazed at his face. "Every time?" she asked with wonder. They had been together every day ever since she escaped from Vilinski. 

"Yes, Ana, every fucking time. And imagine what I have gone through all these past days. Can you? Can you understand the need I have to be with you?"

Oh dear gods! She started to move her hands faster. 

"I hated it when you weren't with me. I couldn't stand not being near you." 

She moaned. 

"You can never fathom what your touch means to me right now. You can't discern what your presence meant to me all this time." He lowered his forehead and rested it against hers almost whimpering. "Please don't leave me Ana. I'll die without your touch." Saying that he took his finger down to her core. 

Anastasia tingled with pleasure when his finger touched the bundle of nerves there. 

"Gods, you are so ready," Ileus rasped. 

Her lips parted as a heated breath escaped. 

He looked into her eyes and asked, "Are you sure you want this, princess?" His body was shaking in anticipation and sweat trickled over the strained muscles.

"I have never been so sure, Ileus," her voice a soft lilt. 

"Then so be it!" He lowered his body and guided himself to her core. At the first touch, she gasped. "Your wetness and the smell of your arousal are going to kill me Ana!" He said in a strained voice. 

When he rubbed his crown over it, she squirmed. Her vision turned hazy. Bliss...

"Your eyes are going silvery and violet," he said, his voice growing thicker. 

Over her eighteen years, she had never been so attracted to anyone as him. It was as if this vokudlak knew how to gauge her need and tap into the wilderness inside her. Her body flooded with adrenaline. Her breasts grew heavy. She was unable to fight the animalistic need for him. Her instinct screamed inside. 

The look on her face made him want to growl with pleasure. The girl needed him… badly. She ached for him. He rubbed his erection again between her folds. 

Suddenly she wondered if his size was so huge, how she would fit him?

"Don't worry, it will hurt once, and then your body will accept me," he said as if reading her thoughts again. 

She was surprised as yet again he answered her unspoken question. She squirmed beneath him in anticipation when he pushed his shaft in a little. "You are made for me alone!" he hissed. 

She wrapped her hands around his neck and dug her nails in his hair. She felt him feeding his shaft into her, his crown nudging her entrance. "Will it hurt?" she asked. 

"A little…" he said, but in order to ease her pain, he took his thumb to her clit and started circling it. 

"Ah! Ileus!" She bit her lip as she groaned. She looked at him in daze. So far there was no pain. She just felt… right. 

He bucked his hips slowly forcing his erection deeper. "You are so tight," he rasped as the muscles of his neck corded. 

She took her hands down to his back and closed her eyes as his ministrations on her clit made her go wild. 

When he plunged deeper inside her, his eyes rolled in his head. He threw his head back and bellowed so hard that she could feel the vibrations from his chest. 

She gasped and then suddenly he wedged himself deep down in one go. She felt a sharp pain and her fingers dug into his back. 

Ileus had taken her maidenhood. The moment that happened, another satisfactory rumble formed in his chest. 

"No!" she pressed her lips and closed her eyes as pain stung her.