The Vampire's Mail-Order Bride

Tonight had greatly changed things, and for once, he found himself struggling with a question of honor. He had always known the difference between right and wrong, and that had not changed. But whereas he used to always do what was right as well…

Chapter Five

“I have come to a conclusion, milord,” the marquis heard Rhapsody call out from the en-suite the next day.

He was seated on the bed, back against the headboard, and one leg propped up while he waited for his pet to return to his side. It was a drizzling Sunday morning, and outside his window, the shadowy outline of the Woods of the Wraiths was a grim reminder of the dangers the kingdom still faced. His whole life, the safety of Chalys and his duty as a vassal had always been foremost in his mind. But for once, he had made the decision to focus on his pleasures, and right now, the sole source of his enjoyment was a twenty-year-old girl who thought herself Not Normal.

Mihail and his pet had yet to leave his bedchamber since last night, and it was already the longest time he had spent with a woman. Even more surprising, he had yet to taste her for the second time. She had bled a lot last night, and he had wanted to give his pet enough time to heal. Such consideration suggested a concern towards her that was beyond what a Master would feel for his pet. This was heartkeeping territory—-

The sound of her bare feet padding over the floor had the marquis looking up, and his body clenched with arousal when he saw his pet walking towards him with her gently swaying hips. She was a stunningly sensual sight to behold, sable locks flowing down her back while his dress shirt, which was overly large for her, exposed an ample amount of her breasts and almost the entire length of her long, shapely legs.

As soon as she was close enough to reach, he yanked her down to him, and she tumbled onto his lap.

“Milord?”

Questioning eyes peered up at him. It was clear she was searching for a rational explanation behind his action, and Mihail allowed himself a slight smile. “Bed play,” he murmured in explanation, knowing she would want one.

Rhapsody’s confusion cleared. “I see.”

Despite her lovely face remaining utterly blank, he could readily imagine the gears of her mind once again working overtime, with his pet assiduously filing this interaction for future reference.

Master making me fall for no reason = bed play.

The thought had the marquis overcome with the urge to laugh, but because he was not the type to do such a thing, he made a show of coughing instead.

His pet was instantly concerned. “Are you alright, Master?”

Mother of Hell, but he could easily jack off every time she called him that. Cupping her chin, he wordlessly pulled her close to plunder her mouth, and his pet, an apt pupil, right away wrapped her arms around his neck and eagerly kissed him back.

It had not been like this right away, of course. When he had woken her earlier, she had actually been stiff, pale, and apprehensive, and drawing from the years he had known her through their letters, he had calmed her down by appealing to that part of her which took her responsibilities seriously. It is a pet’s noble duty to overcome her inhibitions, he had told her gravely, and the trick actually worked, with the way her body had visibly relaxed and color once again bloomed in her cheeks. And once she had seen the rightness of it…

Mother fucking bliss.

Like now.

Rhapsody was clutching his shoulders as she pushed her own sweet tongue into his mouth, and the knowledge that she wanted him as much as he did had Mihail’s cock going from erect to painfully, desperately engorged in an instant. Knowing that her pussy was still bare under his shirt, he grasped her hips, and as her startled eyes flew to his, he asked her hoarsely, “Are you still sore?”

She shook her head.

“Good.” He pulled her down and impaled her in an instant.

“Master!”

Rhapsody’s body arched in surprise even as she felt her inner muscles immediately tighten around her Master’s cock like a vise. She was already soaking wet and helplessly under the control of her basest urges . This new position of lovemaking was making her head spin, but it also had her hips moving on its own…almost as if she were riding him!

The wonder that dawned on his pet’s face didn’t escape the marquis’ notice. “You like this,” he rasped.

“Yes.” His pet’s voice came out breathless, her eyes lustrous with wanton desire.

“Tell me how much,” he urged.

“V-Very much—-aah!” Rhapsody couldn’t help crying out when the marquis suddenly reached for that pearly bud of flesh hidden under her folds and began to stroke. She lost her balance in her excitement, her body falling against him, and the marquis chuckled, a rich and sinful sound that made her breasts ache and another moan ripple out of her throat.