Late Night Session

Lucian may have been accurate in his assessment of Visenya. She really had spent all of her life pampered, with servants to dress, clean, cook, and tend to all of her wants and needs. She didn't know the first thing about scrubbing floors, washing linen, or kneading dough until her hands cramped up.

She had always slept in the coziest of beds, so she certainly was not accustomed to sleeping on hard, cold floors. She was simply not bred for a life as a slave, and she was definitely not mentally equipped to withstand dark, eerie, underground spaces while chained to a wall for hours that blurred into days.

Delilah felt like she had let Visenya down by not sniffing out a toxic herb like nettle moss, especially in lethal quantities. But Visenya reminded her that she was not in optimal health and was becoming increasingly weak and malnourished by the day. She felt her wolf senses fading and requiring extra effort while in her natural form. It was not Delilah's fault any more than it was Visenya's.

Of course, Lucian had his own opinion about it all. He was furious with Visenya for not catching on to something so obvious and couldn't believe she was so naïve. The same question circulated over and over in his head: "What if that dumb dog decided to have a taste of it?" It could have killed her, which was something he could not allow.

Only because he wasn't done making her life hell, of course. It wasn't because he had some kind of emotional attachment to her; that would be absolutely absurd. That was the version of the story that he told himself, anyway.

Even with her down in the hole, his mind and body were still at war with one another. He called the blonde woman to his bedchamber twice to relieve his erect member, but as soon as she left, it was back, plaguing him all over again.

Who was he trying to fool, anyway? He was a twenty-eight-year-old man who hadn't been touched by a woman in over a decade, and his natural instincts were showing him no mercy. He anxiously dug his nails into the armrests of his chair, realizing that he had no choice but to give in to the natural order of things.

Visenya was going on her second night down in the hole, and he planned on keeping her there until the morning. But he had different plans for her now, and if she didn't oblige, then he would just send her right back.

Visenya shuffled back to a sitting position when she heard the door open above her. Lucian's slow, creepy footsteps grew closer until she could sense him hovering over her.

He pulled off the blindfold, but Visenya kept her gaze low, avoiding eye contact with the insufferable bastard. He noticed her swollen, red eyes, evidence that she had been crying the entire time she was down there. It didn't make sense to him how an Alpha who had defeated an ancient Vampire King in battle could be such a crybaby.

He squatted down and began to unchain her wrists. She remained still, not daring to look in his direction, afraid that any wrong move or glance might result in further punishment.

"Go wash up, change your clothes, and meet me in my bedchamber," he commanded.

Visenya nodded and rose to her feet. Before she could head towards the stairs, Lucian grabbed her arm, jerking her back towards him.

"You have five minutes," he dictated.

"Yes, Master," she whispered obediently.

She hurried to her room with a sense of urgency, and wasted no time washing herself in the tub. Afterward, she reluctantly dressed herself in the same shabby rags that Lucian had forced her to wear.

She hastily made her way to his bedchamber and subtly knocked on the door. To her surprise, he immediately granted her entrance, his tone filled with undeniable eagerness. Though she couldn't help but question his motives, she didn’t allow her mind to linger on it.

Stepping into the room, she closed the door behind her, acutely aware that she had never ventured inside his bedchamber at such a late hour before. The room was bathed in a soft, dim glow, courtesy of a few flickering candles strategically placed throughout the spacious chamber.

Lucian sat regally in a chair adjacent to his bed, the crimson velvet lining adding a touch of opulence to the room. His gaze, as always, held a haunting emptiness as it met hers from across the expanse of the room.

"Come here," he beckoned, pointing to the space at his feet.

Apprehensively, she walked over and stood before him.

"Kneel," he commanded, his voice firm.

She hesitated, her confusion evident as she looked down at him. But her hesitation didn't go unnoticed. In an instant, he seized the chain of her collar, forcefully bringing her down to her knees.

Her face was now just inches away from his. "When I give you an order, you do not stop to think about it, you just do it. Is that clear, dog?" He asserted.

"Yes..." she winced, her response filled with both submission and discomfort.

He released the chain, and she soothingly rubbed the bruised flesh of her neck. Then, with a swift motion, he lowered his pants just enough for his large, bulging cock to spring out of its confinement. Visenya's eyes widened in shock, her brain struggling to process what her eyes were seeing.

She had witnessed countless penises in her life, as it was a natural occurrence to observe a Lycan shift back and forth between forms. It was common knowledge that Lycan men were renowned for their well-endowed nature, but this one was in a league of its own.

She gazed at the one-eyed monster, completely stunned, until the realization hit her. Was he expecting her to...? Looking into his eyes, she was astounded by his audacity.

"Well... what are you waiting for?" He huffed impatiently.

"What do you... mean?" She replied, her confusion evident. "What am I supposed to do?"

His blank stare transformed into a dark frown. "What the hell do you think? Put it in your mouth and suck it," he spat out with venom.

Visenya's initially coy expression quickly shifted to a defiant scowl. "Why don't you call one of your whores to come take care of this?" She retorted, her voice dripping with contention.

Lucian's anger flared, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back forcefully as he leaned in closer. "That's exactly what I did," he smirked maliciously, insinuating that she was the whore he had summoned.

He brought his other hand up to her face, gently running his thumb over her plump bottom lip, the look of fury never fading from his eyes. "I am thoroughly displeased by your current opposition. Perhaps a couple more days in the hole will rectify your behavior."

"No!" She hastily revised her demeanor. "I'll do it... please... don't put me back down there."

His unwavering gaze remained fixed on her lips as his thumb continued to trace along their contours, a slow and teasing motion. His imagination ran wild at the mere thought of those lips wrapped around him. Relaxing his grip on her hair, he leaned back in his chair, eagerly anticipating her compliance.

"Do not disappoint me, mutt," he warned, his voice laced with a mix of authority and desire.

Her gaze returned to his colossal manhood, and she couldn't help but wonder how she'd ever fit that thing into her mouth. This was uncharted territory for her, but fortunately, she had heard plenty of discussions on the topic throughout her adult life.

With a trembling hand, she delicately wrapped her fingers around the base of his shaft, firmly gripping it. The touch of her hand sent a pleasurable shiver through Lucian's body, causing him to instinctively flinch. With gentle and deliberate movements, she started to stroke him, skillfully eliciting a low grunt of approval from him. It was a reassuring sign that she was on the right track.

Contrary to her expectations, touching Lucian in this way felt surprisingly natural. It reminded her of their first kiss, as if it was something they were simply meant to do. She wasn't naive, though. She understood that it was the powerful tether of their mate bond that made it feel... right.

He rested his hand on the back of her head, eagerly guiding her downward. At first, she had hoped to bring him to climax with her hand alone, but it became apparent that he craved the warmth of her mouth. Her wishful thinking quickly faded as she now found herself face to face with his fully erect cock. He persistently pressed her closer until her nose was grazing it.

She mustered up the courage and slowly opened her mouth, delicately placing her tongue on the head of his penis. The sensation caused him to convulse with pleasure, a fleeting moment of bliss. With a confident grip, she enveloped the entire mushroom top in her mouth, skillfully combining suction with a rhythmic stroking motion of his shaft using her hand.

His deep, guttural grunts of satisfaction reassured her that she was doing something right for a change. He firmly grasped the back of her head and guided her further down, causing her eyes to water as he stretched her mouth around him.

“Fuuucckk…” he groaned, unable to contain his pleasure.

He bobbed her head up and down, thrusting into her mouth relentlessly. She choked and gagged, her hands pushing against the top of his thighs, desperately trying to signal for him to ease up... but he ignored her pleas. Lucian had experienced plenty of fellatio in his time, but nothing compared to the electrifying sensation he was experiencing with Visenya. He continued to work himself in and out of her mouth, as she choked and writhed below.

With his free hand, he slipped it into her top and cupped one of her breasts, finding her perked nipple. He gave it a pinch, holding it possessively between his fingers, causing her pain in the process. She attempted to pry his fingers away, but he only tightened his grip, intensifying the discomfort while continuing to face-fuck her into oblivion.

Just as she teetered on the brink of passing out or even succumbing to the overwhelming sensation of his cock thrusting deep into her throat, he let out a deep, husky groan and released his warm seed inside her mouth. With an unyielding grip on her head, he nearly drowned her as he emptied his massive load down her throat. Finally relinquishing his hold, she crumpled to her hands and knees, desperately gasping for air, choking, and spitting up.

Lucian rested his head back and shut his eyes, trying to steady his breathing. It was the first time since awakening from his ten-year slumber that he felt a complete release of all physical tension.

"With a little more practice, you'll be just as good as any other whore," he cruelly belittled her. Rising from his chair, he casually adjusted his pants before callously tossing a hand towel in her direction.

"Clean yourself up and get out," he coldly commanded, settling himself down on his plush bed.

She indignantly threw the towel to the floor and stormed out of his bedchamber, her heart heavy with indignation. Seeking solace, she retreated to her own room and drew herself a comforting bath, yearning to cleanse herself of the degradation she had just endured.

As she sank into the warm water, pulling her knees close to her chest, a sense of despair enveloped her. With each passing moment, her once unshakeable sense of identity and self-worth seemed to slip further away. No longer able to perceive herself as the revered Queen she once was, she bowed her head and allowed her tears to flow freely, unable to suppress her emotions any longer.