Pregnant and Mated to Three Kings

Singing Blood

Damien Nevermore, The Vampire King

Nadja straddled my hips, her body trembling with desire.

"I'll take all of you into me, my King," she uttered.

Our gazes locked as my hands traced the contours of her back. Fingertips moved down her sensitive waist, then up to her breasts, evoking a soft moan from her throat. My palms cupped the soft mounds, teasing the delicate flesh. Nadja pressed closer, our bodies intertwining in a dance of pleasure.

"You've missed me, haven't you?"

I kissed her, feeling her plump lips against mine. The sensation was a welcome feeling, but that was it. Just a sensation, a choreographed dance dictated by the unyielding demands of our vampiric nature. It wasn't about connection; it was a necessary release to prevent the insatiable bloodlust from consuming me. If I allowed it to fester, the consequences would be dire.

"I did, Nadja. I missed you," I lied in between kisses.

The touch of her hands on my body felt familiar yet devoid of genuine connection. Each caress, each kiss, was a step in a choreography we both knew too well. My fingers traced the contours of her back, and hers explored my form, but our minds seemed to wander elsewhere, lost in the shadows of our thoughts.

My fangs slid out of their sheaths as warmth flooded my veins. Though my heart felt nothing for Nadja, my body did not know any better.

"It's been so long since we did this, Damien," hissed Nadja through her teeth. Her canines elongated, piercing the flesh of my lips and drawing blood. Her tongue dragged across my mouth, licking the scarlet fluid away. "I want to go down on you."

My mind was at a loss for words, consumed by the primal hunger. Groaning, I just nodded.

She smiled, licking the blood that dripped down her chin.

Nadja then explored my heated body, our hands entwined. Moving together in rhythm, her soft lips caressed my n!pples, her tongue intensifying the pleasure. My arousal surged as her fingers danced over me, sending shivers through my being.

Her caresses and kisses heightened, escalating my desire until I teetered on the edge. She took my hardness into her mouth, her skillful movements had me quivering with pleasure, inching closer to release.

A grunt escaped from my throat. "Your fangs, Nadja."

She giggled, pulling back for a second. When she got back to business, her canines were no longer in the way. She maneuvered with centuries of practiced precision, her mouth almost a perfect fit for my c0ck. Every nook and cranny felt all too familiar.

In this transaction of passion, I swiftly flipped her over onto the bed. Hovering above her, I ran my tongue along her inner thighs, heading towards the core of her womanhood. Nadja gasped with delight as my tongue explored every inch, kindling an unquenchable fire within us.

Hands roving over her curves, my tongue teased the most sensitive areas, driving her wild with passion. Reaching her vulva, I stimulated like never before, and she bucked against me, climaxing in waves of pleasure.

"Put it inside me." Nadja then knelt on the bed, her body arched, and I positioned myself behind her.

Running my hands along her curves, I teased the tip of my manhood between her wet mounds, creating shivers. With a smooth thrust, I entered her warmth, feeling enveloped by her tightness.

She moaned as our bodies moved in an intoxicating rhythm, pleasure coursing through us. Each thrust evoked a response, and soon we were engulfed in a fervor of passion that seemed unending. Sweat surged from my pores as I pummeled deeper into her with each passing second.

Just as I was about to peak, something ignited within me, like a match fire striking a candle wick. Then and there, I knew it wasn't from this endeavor with Nadja. It was from far away. Something foreign, yet familiar, all at once.

The siren song of the mate bond.

It was baffling, and my mind struggled to comprehend the situation.

If it isn't Nadja's, then whose is it?

Memories then bloomed inside my head, answering the questions that lingered in my soul.

The woman in the sapphire dress.

As fast as a blink, I was transported to the 3rd Treaty Ball two moons ago. Images of the woman's face flashed behind my closed eyelids.

Her eyes, pools of mystery, held a depth that beckoned. The gentle curve of her lips, a subtle invitation that lingered in the corners of my mind. Dark tendrils of hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing a face that bore the signature of ethereal beauty.

Back then, I thought of her as just a momentary indulgence, a fleeting figure in the dance of countless faces throughout my immortal life. She was a nameless silhouette, lost in the tapestry of time. A nobody, I thought, as I sought pleasures in the shadows beyond the ballroom, where moonlit woods whispered secrets.

Yet, now, as the mate bond snapped into place, the realization hit me like an awakening storm. She was more than a passing fancy; she was the missing piece in the mosaic of my existence. The enchantment of that night transcended the casual encounters of my long life, and the urgency to find her pulsed in my veins.

Without much thought, I halted my thrusting, pulled out, and stepped away from Nadja.

"Why did you stop, Damien?" Nadja pleaded, confusion etched upon her countenance. "We've barely just begun."

I sighed, meeting her gaze. "Something unforeseen has arisen, Nadja. It's not your fault. Duty calls, and I must depart."

"But we're not done," she protested, desire and frustration evident in her eyes. "Please, my King. Do continue. Let us finish."

"Silence!" I glared at her, my eyes ablaze with a crimson hue, and bared my fangs in a regal display. "We are done when I declare it so. Now, leave, woman!"

Nadja hissed back at me, a mixture of defiance and fear in her eyes, as she gingerly picked up her nightgown from the chamber floor. I could have sworn I heard her sob just before she slammed the door close behind her, but I could not bring myself to care. I had more important matters in my mind.

After the abrupt end of my encounter with Nadja, I rose from the bed, the sheets pooling around my waist. The chamber remained dimly lit as I picked up my clothes scattered across the floor and adorned myself in the regal attire that befitted my status.

Once dressed, I made my way to the corner of the room where a modern contraption lay – a telephone. Despite our ancient existence, vampires embraced technology. I picked up the receiver, and with a swift motion, dialed a familiar number.

Three rings later, a composed voice on the other end answered, "My King?"

"Alaric," I addressed my vampire butler. "Prepare my transport. I have urgent matters to attend to."

"Of course, Your Majesty," Alaric. "To where shall we journey, sire?"

"Prepare for Meadow Brook," I instructed. "There are matters that require my immediate attention. Ensure everything is ready upon my arrival."

"As you wish, Your Majesty. Safety be upon your travels."

The connection severed, and I left the chamber, the door closing behind me as I ventured into the night, my mind focused on the mysterious forces that had summoned me away from the intimacy I had left behind.

Just a little longer, my Enchantress. Soon, we will be as one.