A woman who was off limits to Zander, no matter how much her very essence called to him.
He pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. He moved from mind to mind, finessing his way past the paying vampires’ companions’ shields so they didn’t have a clue he was wandering through their memories. A few had strong shields, or triggers within them, so he made a note to return to them while they slept. The thing about putting triggers in your shields is you trust them too much and assume you’re safe while you sleep.
But Zander could get by the triggers without tripping them, and he would.
Emmy worked practically nonstop in the ballroom to help Felix and Toby get through the worst of the poisoning’s effects, only leaving them to nap and participate in the feeding frenzies.
They’d changed the order of the themed nights, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out management was keeping it to one shifter and one vampire, with no chance for another vampire to physically touch them.
This time, she enjoyed the Sleeping Beauty feeding frenzy quite a lot, and once she figured out why, she learned something new about her own personal kinks.
Getting dressed up for it was fun: the dress, the wig, doing the make-up based on the example image — gold highlighting powder, kohl for her eyes, blood-red lipstick. The silo provided the makeup so all their Sleeping Beauties would look the same, but she and Rhea added mascara.
The mirror reflected a stranger, a princess waiting for her fate. Getting dressed up as a different character every day was fun, especially when it led to sex.
Upstairs, she situated herself on the padded table where she arranged herself, arms crossed delicately over her chest, breath shallow, eyelashes fluttering closed against her cheeks.
She heard approaching footsteps, the rustle of expensive fabric. A hand stroked across her breasts, over the silk fabric, ran down her torso, over her hips. The table moved slightly, hands gripped her legs and separated them.
A scream tore from her chest as Prince Charming impaled her without mercy, the savage invasion setting every nerve ending ablaze. Her spine contorted off the table like a lightning strike, her howl ricocheting off the chamber walls and reverberating through her bones, her back bowing off the table until only her shoulders remained in contact. The violence of it blazed white-hot behind her eyelids, and they flew open in genuine shock this time.
Emmy’s body thrummed from the raw intensity, every nerve singing as Prince Charming’s relentless thrusts drove deeper, the silk gown bunching around her hips. He drove into her with brutal force, each thrust a claim, a conquest, and her body responded with a wild, primal heat. The painwas sharp and intense, but was laced with a dark pleasure that made her gasp and arch her spine even further.
Each plunge stoked a wildfire in her core, her wide-open thighs trembling, her calves throbbing where his icy grip held her legs open while he pounded into her.
The padded table creaked beneath her, her breath hitching in ragged gasps, the heat building low and fierce, a pressure that coiled tighter with every savage stroke. Her fingers clutched the silk, nails digging into her palms, the pain a sweet counterpoint to the pleasure surging through her.
The vampire’s overwhelming presence above her, dressed as an evil Prince Charming, was eye candy to everything else — his hips moved rapid-fire with relentless violence, pushing her to the edge of endurance.
The sensations went on and on until suddenly, the trumpet flourish resounded through the theater, and the vampire leaned down, brushing his lips across her neck in a cool tease before his fangs pierced clean and neat, the sting sharp yet electric, sending a shiver down her spine that quickly morphed into a throbbing, pulsing heat. She felt the draw of her blood, the vampire feeding from her with a hunger that matched his earlier frenzied movements.
He drank more than usual, a steady pull that drained her pulse into a heady rhythm, and then the venom hit, pure bliss flooding every cell in a molten wave that ignited her from within, bringing exquisite awareness to her entire body, heightening every sense, every point of contact, every breath. The world around her faded, leaving only the raw, primal connection between them.
His teeth slid from her neck seconds before her body arched again, uncontrollable, a series of screams tearing free as otherworldly pleasure exploded throughout, shattering her senses. Every muscle clenched, her pussy spasming around him, her toes curling as she rode the crest, lost in the surge of ecstasy that exploded through her body like a supernova.
The vampire’s movements became more urgent, his thrusts more desperate in a coiled spring of pleasure that threatened to finish unraveling her.
And Emmy’s entire body convulsed under him, waves of bliss crashing over her in relentless, mind-shattering spasms. The venom coursed through her, amplifying every sensation, every nerve ending alight with a fire that consumed her from within. Her entire body convulsed and she was lost in a maelstrom of sensation, her mind a blur of white-hot pleasure and raw, unfiltered ecstasy. The vampire’s movements slowed, his body trembling with his own release, but Emmy was beyond caring. She was adrift in a sea of bliss, her body and mind consumed by the overwhelming force of her orgasm.
And then, with a final, deep thrust, the vampire emptied himself into her, pressing hard while he enjoyed his own release into the vessel he’d purchased. That usually didn’t work for Emmy, but this had been theater for him, showing off to the other vampires, and that absolutely flipped all of Emmy’s switches the right direction on this night.
As the waves of pleasure finally began to ebb, Emmy lay panting and sated, her body aching in the best possible way.
The vampire licked her neck to coagulate the blood and make the wound heal faster, but the gentle throb there along with the frantic pulsing between her legs was a reminder of the intense, violent intimacy they’d shared, and she had another mini-orgasm when he sat up and his cock slid out of her.
He gave her a smirk as he stood from the table and fastened the covering over his old-fashioned trousers back, hiding his dick and making him look like a swaggering Prince Charming with evil thoughts all over again while she looked up at him, her body still trembling with aftershocks.
He looked completely satisfied when he walked away without a word, and she sat up with her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. She’d found a strange, dark pleasure in this feeding frenzy, despite the fact she isn’t submissive.
Emmy considered her reactions to both Sleeping Beauty scenes, and had to admit the savage shock of this one was the difference between the two. Tonight was a violation; the first time, the other vampire had just fucked her.
She didn’t want to be raped on purpose, but she certainly enjoyed pretending, it seemed. She wanted to say it was the performance part of it, and that certainly helped — but she believed in being honest with herself even when uncomfortable, and she enjoyed the scenes with violence so much more.
Perhaps there would be a place for these kinds of scenes when she finally found her own Prince Charming, the question was whether she wanted a Felix or a Chase.
In a perfect world, she’d have one of each.
But in the meantime, she would enjoy this twisted, sensual world she’d found herself in.
