Damon stayed buried deep inside her, his thick length still pulsing from his release.
He should have pulled out.
He had done what was needed, to fill her, planted his seed as fate demanded.
But he couldn’t….
The moment he tried to withdraw, a low, involuntary growl escaped his throat.
She felt… sweeter than anything he had ever known.
Her core was Hotter and Tighter.
Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him like they were made to milk every drop from his body.
The sensation was addictive, pulling him back in before he could even think.
“Damn you…” He muttered under his breath, his voice rough and dark.
He had never felt this way for any female.
Instead of pulling away, he pushed back in deeper, hips rolling slowly, giving her another nice thrust.
Elena let out a shaky, loud moan, her body trembled from the overwhelming fullness.
‘ Damn!!!
He’s taking me again?!
Shouldn’t he stop after the first round?!!’ Elena screamed in her head.
cursing him in millions times.
Damon’s hands moved with new purpose.
He grabbed the bunched-up gown around her waist and yanked it higher, all the way up to her shoulders, exposing her body completely from behind.
His golden eyes darkened as he stared down at her core where they were joined.
He was shocked.
Her most intimate place was breathtakingly beautiful!!
so soft, pink petals glistening with their mixed essence, swollen from his claiming, yet still delicate and perfect.
The sight sent a raw surge of hunger through him, something primal and unfamiliar.
For the first time in his long life as Alpha, he wanted to taste a female.
He wanted to drop to his knees, spread her open, and devour that sweet, untouched beauty with his tongue until she screamed his name and let the world know who’s eating her.
But he stopped himself and clenched his jaw hard.
This was Cece.
The scheming, annoying fox who had caused him nothing but trouble.
He would not give her the pleasure of his mouth.
She didn’t deserve that kind of worship.
So he chose possession instead.
With a fierce growl, Damon began to take her again, but this time harder.
His powerful hips snapped forward, driving into her with deep, relentless strokes that made the sound of skin meeting skin echo loudly in the small slave room.
Elena’s tired moans filled the cave, raw and unrestrained, each thrust pushing cries that she didn’t expect from her throat.
“Ah! Ahh…!” she shook her head bitterly.
‘ After this, we shall not cross paths again beast!!’
Her fingers dug hard into the smooth boulder, knuckles turning white as her body rocked forward with every powerful thrust.
Her fox ears flattened, her tail curled and thrashed on his thigh.
The hard stone bed was right there, where she could rest her back, but he didn’t bother moving her to it.
He kept her bent over the boulder like the slave she was to him, putting her hips high, her back arched, whether she liked it or not, she was at his mercy.
He took her for hours.
more than he had planned or with any females.
He breeds with females intending to have cubs.
But none of them gave her the results!
not that he believed Cece would give him what he wants, because she’s no different from other females.
In fact worse.
But he hasn’t tried a noble black female.
If Cece didn’t give him what he wanted, he may try another noble fox, these are still red foxes….
maybe he should just trust Hermonine and her decision.
The night stretched on, the glowing crystal casting shifting shadows across their bodies.
Damon claimed her in every position he wanted, never letting her rest for long.
He would pull out only to flip her, push her down onto the thin furs on the rock slab, then drive back into her from above, watching her face twist in overwhelmed pleasure and pain.
Then he would turn her again, taking her from behind once more, hands gripping her hips so tightly his claws left faint marks.
Every time she thought she couldn’t take any more, he proved her wrong.
Elena’s voice grew hoarse from moaning, her body slick with sweat, trembling uncontrollably.
Yet she kept taking him, her core growing wetter, hotter, greedier with every thrust.
The pain from the first time had long since melted into burning, addictive pleasure. This story is hosted at g.com.
Near the end of the night, when the first hints of dawn were probably creeping outside the cave, Damon pulled her up against his chest.
He was still buried deep inside her, moving in slow, grinding circles that made her whimper.
His mouth found the curve where her neck met her shoulder.
With a deep, possessive growl, he bit down hard.
His fangs sank into her soft flesh, marking her as his mate.
Elena gasped sharply, a loud cry tearing from her throat as pain and pleasure exploded through her body at the same time.
Her walls clenched violently around him, pulling him even deeper as waves of intense release crashed over her.
The bite burned, but it also sent sparks of ecstasy racing through her veins.
She weakly accepted it.
In that moment, as his mark settled into her skin and his seed filled her once again, Elena’s mind surrendered.
The old identity felt distant… wrong.
This body, this fate, this life it was hers now, whether she liked it or not.
“Cece…” she whispered breathlessly, her voice barely audible, tears of overwhelming sensation slipping down her cheeks.
“I… I am Cece now…”
Damon didn’t hear her quiet acceptance, or if he did, he didn’t show it.
He only growled in satisfaction as he held her close, still locked inside her, his body shuddering with one final, deep release.
The night had been long, brutal, and Heated.
And far from over for her.
‘ I’m not even worthy of his mark on my neck?’ she sighed.
She had never seen marks on shoulders…
maybe he wants his mark hidden from the world…
After satisfying himself.
Damon sneered and pulled out.
Then he adjusted himself and left without saying a word.
Elena fell weakly on the floor and gritted her teeth.
” I, Cece….
the first daughter of lord Zenobius will rewrite my own story”